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I have just come out of my Grade Nine piano exam, and I'm feeling pretty darn amazing.
It was great because I was feeling so scared and trying not to be scared, waiting out in the little waiting room, and al of a sudden the door flies open, and this man almost hangs off the doorpost- my examiner.
He was really tall, and gangly with overgrown, salt-and-pepper hair and a beard to match, and these awe-inspiring eyebrows under which were these bright, bright blue eyes. And he was hugely jet-lagged, and running about an hour behind schedule, but he was SO NICE! He's a jazz musician, and quite the cool guy, I think.
He was exactly like the music professor at Hogwarts would be, and that was my first thought- that he looked like a Hogwarts professor.
It made me feel a lot better, Oh, Jo Rowling, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
Anyway, after practicing piano for sixs hours a day (I'm not exaggerating), I'm FREE! Summer's HERE!
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
It was great because I was feeling so scared and trying not to be scared, waiting out in the little waiting room, and al of a sudden the door flies open, and this man almost hangs off the doorpost- my examiner.
He was really tall, and gangly with overgrown, salt-and-pepper hair and a beard to match, and these awe-inspiring eyebrows under which were these bright, bright blue eyes. And he was hugely jet-lagged, and running about an hour behind schedule, but he was SO NICE! He's a jazz musician, and quite the cool guy, I think.
He was exactly like the music professor at Hogwarts would be, and that was my first thought- that he looked like a Hogwarts professor.
It made me feel a lot better, Oh, Jo Rowling, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
Anyway, after practicing piano for sixs hours a day (I'm not exaggerating), I'm FREE! Summer's HERE!
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!