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