A Nocturnal Reverie

Wednesday, April 19, 200612:27 AM♥

*butterflies. its regarding my piano exams again.next week,its gon' be my turn.i swear,this kinda exams is much more scary than ur Os,ur As,ur UNIs...as all u need to do is to mind ur own business on those papers.nobody stares at u in the exam hall for no reason.but mine,u sit in front of the piano,an "angmoh" examiner sit behind u..fat hope if u think U CANT SEE HIM. as the piano is damn well polished..till u can see him through the reflections unless,miraculously,the piano is in white colour.7 times i have been in the piano exam studio. obviously,gr 1 to 7,thus the seven times.n these seven times,i could see the examiner through the reflections,something i wished i hadnt.i saw n heard em scribbling LOUDLY on my examine sheets,with their fountain pen,so class..btw,their handwrittings were those of a doctor.i saw em eyeing on my small fingers..saw their stone face.n when they spoke,i strained my ears so hard tt i thought i was becoming deaf.super slang they were.."nal,could qu please plarr me seacales on a g sharp mynorrr in a country moullltion?"(now,could u pls play me scales on g# minor in contrary motion?) seriously,i dont know how they did that.so i used more than 3 times of "sir,pardon me?" ,"im sorry".for goodness sake,its not a normal kind of slang..anyway,once i knew they came all the way from europe,board the plane,alight in spore,just to test ME,i freaked out.*counts.i freaked out 7 times,again.mum said i shud be able to handle as i had 7 similar experiences..but i wanted to tell her,"mum,its not everyday tt i see him,its once a year,some even once in 2 years"..the whole process of the exam is like living in hell..cold sweats,air conditioned,but u still have to play.BEST PART is when he opens the door for me (because studio door are irritatingly heavy for me) n i bid him goodbye,not wanting to hear him say another word,be it "GOOD" or maybe even "see u next year"..(cant get tt kind of comment for my gr 8 as it shud be my last gr.) *laughs. so for the time being,don ask me to play any ball games,i cant get my hands hurt.legs too,for pedal...lets just hope my lil short fingers co-operate with me well.aftr all,they are my most precious lil thing..

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