I'd practiced hard. My songs were as good as I could get them. My excitement was rising. My hopes were doubtful.
My 1st disctrict piano competition. If I passed disctict, I'd go to state. But that wasn't going to happen. I'd entered last minute, hadn't had very much time to learn my songs, and even though I had them perfect, they were only a level 5 and 6; a couple levels below what people my age generally played at.
But I was still excited. On Saturday, October 7 I belive, I left at 12:30 for a trip 2 1/2 hours away.
We drove a long time and finally reached McPherson. We went inside the collage, signed in, and waited for my turn to play.
My hopes of passing were crushed when I saw the 2 other people in my age group, boys, were playing level 10 peices. But I didn't stop tellin' myself if God wanted me to win, He'll make me win.
Then my turn finally came. I stepped into the huge room. There was seats, the piano, and the judge. That was is. I sat down and clumsily warmed up. Then, when the judge gave the go ahead, I played. My Arabesque was beautiful, and my sonatina very lovely. But I stumbled in the sonatina meaning though a recvered nicely, my score would go down a notch.
I retured to my teacher and we went to the car to eat. When we were in it I asked her, "Mrs. Yordy, what's your honest opinion about me placing?"
She heisitated then answered, "I don't think you're going to place."
Ok, well, I'd already prepared myself for not passing. It was good experience just coming.
We retured inside and went to my folder. As she pulled out my papers the corner of my eye caught what appeared to be a one on te grade line! A mark meaning i'd passed!
Mrs. Y took the sheet and stared. There WAS a one! I'D PASSED TO STATE!!
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By iLuvRosalina
I'd practiced hard. My songs were as good as I could get them. My excitement was rising. My hopes were doubtful.
