Piano auditions [oh god.]

As you all probably know from my past week of ranting, piano auditions were today.

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[Home, all morning]

I got up at 6 A.M., and did nothing but play the same two pieces for the next six hours.

Then i changed out of my bathrobe, ate something(i dont remember), didn’t brush my hair, and drove to Saratoga.

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[Waiting room, 12:45 PM]

I met up with the girl I was accompanying[duet]. Her mom offered me twenty dollars, to which I very asian-ly declined (twice!) before snatching out of her hands.

So Hannah goes into the room, and I wait outside while she finishes her first two solos.

When I thought she had finished, I slammed the door open, charged into the room, and screamed out to the world: HELLOOOO! I’M HEREEEEEE!

Judge: She’s not done. Sit down.

Me: …Yes ma’am.

FML

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On the plus side, Hannah’s duet went without any problems.

Unfortunately, I was next. In the same room, with the same judge, to whom I had just given the world’s crappiest first impression.

First was Gershwin. It went perfectly until the end, when I forgot how to play the end notes. I played the second-to-last measure three times in different variations until  I remembered.

By then I was freaking SCARED.

So my impromptu came along, and I was so nervous that I played it about 3x faster than normal. It was 14 pages. I was in pain.

In the middle of the piece, I had a massive memory slip. I seriously couldn’t remember what was next, so…

Me: [suddenly very cocky] I’m completely tone deaf! A musical genius! I can improvise this!

[strange gothic sounding playing here]

When I finally got back on track, I was so relieved I wanted to cry.

And then when I ended:

Me: I’m-PANTGASPWHEEZE!-done…

Judge: [look of immense shock][scribbles something on the paper]

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And as if the judge couldn’t hate me any more than she already did:

[Waiting room, after testing]

Me: [In a corner, by myself] SCREAM! SCREAM! SCREAM! SCREAM! Do it with me Hannah! SCREAM!

Hannah:[Runs over dutifully] EEE!

Me: That’s right! WORK IT.

Someone from behind me: Auditions are still in session. Keep it DOWN.

I turned around, it was my judge.

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WTF. I’m so screwed.