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My Unforgettable Experience Heart beating in my chest so fast it was as if my heart was going to jump out and make a run for it. Nerves, nerves had me trembling, sweating, and scared out of my mind. All because of the two words I heard my music teacher say “Azariah Booker”. Sitting in my chair thinking how am I going to do this or if I can even do this, but I did it and it turned out way better than expected. This was one of the unforgettable and heart-racing experience was my audition. Practicing day and night, hoping to be better than yesterday. Then that day came, the day to prove myself I can do way better than what I always thought. A day I dreamt about whether it ended up good or ended up bad. Slowly but anxiously walking through the orchestra doors, I see everybody as anxious and nervous as I was. Grabbing my instrument then tuning it, I see my orchestra teacher walking to the post. When she finally got up to the post she addressed us on how she was going to do these auditions. First up were violins, secondly violas, thirdly cellos, and lastly were the basses. As each person was walking in and out of the doors of the audition room, my heart began to race so fast. All I was thinking in my head was How am I going to do this? What if I’m not good enough? What if I don’t get in? What if I mess up? All these questions were popping in my head all at once. But then I had to believe in myself and prove myself that I can do better than what I thought or what other people thought as well. So I went back to practicing and the violins and the violas were done. Now it was time for the cellos. As the first two cellists were done with the audition, the orchestra teacher called my name. I went in, sat down, introduced myself, and started playing the music. In the beginning of song I was nervous, but as I was playing I started to break out and started playing loud and musically. When i ended off with a great ending, I looked up and she smiled and said good job.

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