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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