A personal memoir by Sophia
I took a deep breath as I stepped onto the spacious stage. The bright spotlights made the Grand Piano seem like it was made of black diamonds. Glancing to the right I saw my piano teacher mouthing:“Bow!” I felt my spine bending over as I bowed to the audience. Slowly, I strode over to the piano stool,the long dress that I had been forced to wear by my costume designer, dragging behind me. As I sat down, a very strong scent of lilies filled my nose. I wanted to look up to look for the source of the scent,but no, I couldn’t. My eyes couldn’t stand those bright stage lights. Instead, I put my notes onto the noteholder and sat down. Quietly, I counted to myself: “One, Two, and Three!” Automatically my right hand struck the first note and mist started spreading over the floor. My right foot found its way to the pedal through the mist. I felt like I was floating on a large white cloud. My long fingers gently pushed the snow white keys downwards. The sweet melody of the waltz echoed in the concert hall. Onto the stage twirled my ballerina friends in their sparkly orange, red, and yellow tutus. Off they twirled again at the end of the tune. Slowly, I removed my hands from the piano and stood up. My flowery dress glittered in the blueish footlights as I bowed and ran off the stage, while the audience was applauding.
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