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RIC-20199 Primary Writing Year 3 – Recounts

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Thursday 23 February<br />

Terror in the music room<br />

Never again! That was the last music<br />

exam I shall ever, ever take! No-one<br />

will ever make me change my mind.<br />

I don’t think I even want to touch<br />

my flute again. I have never been so<br />

humiliated in my entire life.<br />

It all started during the rehearsal<br />

in the main hall, just before I went<br />

into the music room. Mr Saunders,<br />

the accompanist, was very grumpy<br />

with me, treating me like a threeyear-old.<br />

I’m ten, for goodness<br />

sake! Couldn’t he see that! I was<br />

practising my scales and arpeggios<br />

when the giggling first started.<br />

I lost my concentration, so Mr<br />

Saunders tut-tutted. More giggling<br />

and sniggering. Who was it? I had<br />

no idea. As I played my pieces, the<br />

loud laughing started and from the<br />

corner of my eye I saw James and<br />

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Anthony from my class, running out<br />

of the hall. By now, Mr Saunders<br />

had lost all patience with me.<br />

He picked up his manuscript and<br />

swept into the music room. I waited<br />

nervously for my name to be called.<br />

As I stepped into the room, the<br />

examiner greeted me warmly, telling<br />

me not to worry, to take my time<br />

and relax. Mr Saunders tutted again<br />

and raised his eyes. He began to<br />

play. I raised the flute to my mouth<br />

but I couldn’t blow. Tears welled in<br />

my eyes and I started to choke. Mr<br />

Saunders began again, pounding the<br />

keys in annoyance. I tried to play. It<br />

didn’t sound like music at all, more<br />

like the yowling of an angry cat.<br />

I was sobbing as I played. I could<br />

barely read the music through my<br />

tears.<br />

Just when I thought it couldn’t get<br />

any worse, James and Anthony<br />

appeared at the window, pulling<br />

faces and pretending to cry. That<br />

was it for me! I garbled an apology<br />

and rushed out of the room in tears.<br />

<strong>Writing</strong> this has made me feel<br />

calmer. I didn’t fail that exam<br />

because I can’t play the flute, I failed<br />

because I allowed two no-hopers<br />

and a grumpy man get to me! First<br />

thing tomorrow, I’m going straight<br />

to my music teacher to ask for a<br />

repeat exam. This time, I’ll play so<br />

well, I’ll pass with distinction!<br />

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