Tomorrow, June the 15th, is the day of my dreaded piano exam. During the last few weeks I've had piano for breakfast, piano for lunch and piano for dinner. That is, I admit, a lot of piano-ness. However, what I'm trying to say is this:
I AM SO SCARED.
As you know, I started playing the piano again last autumn after three utterly non-musical years. I've always done well in music exams and there is no reason why I shouldn't do so this time. I practised for four hours today and even though everything went smoothly I've spent the last hour or so wishing I hadn't applied for this exam.
My piano teacher told me to skim over my exam repertoire in my head every night before I go to sleep. Last night I was snoring away before I'd got to my arpeggios. Is that good or bad? I really don't know.I'm trying to comfort myself with the thought that, in less than 24 hours, it will all be over and I'll have nothing but a glorious summer ahead of me. Wish me luck, keep your fingers crossed at 10 am GMT tomorrow and think of me during that half an hour of tumult.
Adieu!