Think of it this way.



You put time and effort into an exam which means so much to you. You hardcore for a week before the exam, just so you could get a good mark. When the day comes, you're half excited, half scared. once the exam is all over and you think you've done alright,



YOUR SUDDENLY BURST INTO TEARS AT THAT FUCKING B ON THE RESULT PAPER.



I put in effort, i strived to make my pieces the best i could make it, and then, it turns out that all that time was wasted ==



Lets see...



Got up at 7 this morning just so i could play those piano pieces one more time before the damn exam, so i could get it into my head.



Arrived at the AMEB exam venue like, half an hour before the exam time, and sat there shaking like i had Parkinsons. Soon, this old lady comes tottering out and asks..



-squints-



IS TEHRE AN ANGELA ZHUO... ZHAO? ZHOU? OVER THERE SOMEWHERE?



I tried to smile at her as i followed into that stuffy little room contained a huge grand piano and a HUGE desk scattered with results of previous candidates.



BOOM.



the door slammed ==



and i was just sitting on the piano stool, shivering cos the damn air con was turned on FULL BLAST and half trying to adjust the piano stool so i could actually see the damn music.



HER: well angela. i would like you to play a .. C sharp Major, Left hand, staccato. I will now repeat that. C sharp major, Left hand, staccato. Need me to repeat that once more?

Me- ehhs no. -starts to play.

HER: I would now like you to play A flat harmonic minor crescendo and descendo.

Me- starts to play, only to find that i had a frkn MIND BLANK. so it was like...



-plays an octave, fingers slip, plays 2 notes until-



HER: That will do now.



SHIT.



After like, 5 thousand scales, she goes.



"well. Please play, arpeggio A flat Major First inversion."



*sweat drop*



and then. i stuffed it. ==



and while she puts on that stony, old lady, pinched-mouth-together-that-looks-like-she-mistook-a-lemon-for-an-orange look, she goes.



"WHen your ready, Angela, please proceed to play your first piano piece"



WHOAH. I managed to control my nerves during the pieces, and not once, did i shake like i had parkinsons.



miracle, non? ==



So i went through those 5 pieces (plus extra list) with ease, and i thought that i had quite impressed that damn old lady with my playing >_>



UNTILL....



AURAL FRKN STUFFED EVERYTHING UP.



HER: tell me whether this is a perfect or plagal cadence.



- plays 4 bars on the piano-



Me- ehhs... is it perfect?



-looks over to find her having that stony, old lady, pinched-mouth-together-that-looks-like-she-mistook-a-lemon-for-an-orange look on her face.



ehehe whoops. guess i got that wrong ><



AND FINALLY AFTER 40 MINUTES OF PURE INTIMIDATION



she tries to act all friendly as she stuffs the result paper into those -to the teacher- envelopes.



OHHh so what school do you go to Angela? -reaching for the envelope-



-baulko.-



oh reallly? what year? - tries to stuff the result paper in-



-8-



oh. -silence-



and finally she sneds me out of that damn stuffy room with that damned envelope.



Outside, in the elevator, i opened the envelope and then..



i just burst into tears in front of everyone in the escalator

stuff this. screw piano. now its yearlies.

oh th joy ==

--
Tommy =]