Personal Narrative In the spring of 2009, I gripped my piano books tightly as I tiptoed into the piano studio. I had been preparing for my first piano test for almost five months, but the butterflies in my stomach wouldn’t go away. Being only six, everything looked huge, especially the the 2 grand pianos looming in front of me. Although my piano teacher told me numerous times I was sure to pass, that fact couldn’t stop my brain from telling me how nervous it was. “Next!” I walked quickly into the next room, and handed the judge my books. After quietly sitting on the bench, I placed my fingers on the correct keys and began playing my scales. I cringed as my fingers slipped and pushed an E instead of the intended E flat. While the judge jotted