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Oct 2015
The notes go across the page left and right ; up and down
Do, Mi, So, Mi, Do, So, Do sounds the triad
Nerves begin to increase as I look at the unknown key
The walls around begin to cave in as the ground swallows me whole
Voices in my head say "you can't do this"
My confidence is replaced with doubt
Do, Mi, So, Mi, Do, So, Do plays again
Then it suddenly clicks
The key is known
The interval Do, Ti, Mi is easy as pie
The dotted eighth notes are perfect
The high Do to La doesn't trouble me like always
The low So ends the sight reading
I walk out of the room with a breath of fresh air
I know I just slayed the judges lives back there
Ariana Jones
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Ariana Jones  Texas
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