HELLOmynameisMozart

I knocked on Franz’s door. I heard quick footsteps from within and my friend, with his usual giddy childish smile, opened the door. His eyes beamed with excitement. “Well, if it isn’t you, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, the great child prodigy! Come on in!” I chuckled quietly. “Franz, please don’t use Amadeus--you know I don’t like that name....” “Ach, just teasing you~ of course I know you don’t! Come in and escape from the cold!” He winked jokingly and wrapped one of his arms around my neck and shoulders. I couldn’t help but to laugh with his contagious mood. Indeed, it