"Some people want it all, but I don't want nothing at all!" It was twenty to nine and still nobody came to usher me into the exam room. "Is the examiner here already?" Just as I was about to peer out of the door, the lady with big hair came and asked for my program notes. "There you go." I handed to her two copies of my program notes. The door suddenly opens and a tall man beckons me to enter. I entered, shook his hand, didn't quite get his name, and quickly made my way to the piano seat, adjusted the height, placed my hands on the piano. The keys of this piano is hard. He told me to warm up. I did a couple of nonsense playing. Warming up wasn't going to calm my nerves so I asked if I could go ahead. "Plis du" he said. Then... I played. The biggest mishap was the second Scarlatti piece, which I replayed from the beginning - with permission, of course. He graciously allowed, thankfully. I was so close to running over to his t...