One of the early traumas of my life (age 11) was failing in a piano recital. I had two pieces to play. The first one I played without missing a note. I didn’t usually do that so I was super feeling good about it. The second piece, a two piano number with my sister, I decided I did so well, that I didn’t need to use the music. I did, though. It was 24 pages of fumbling around being lost. My teacher was livid, but she didn’t try to do anything to rescue me, either.
Moral of the story, don’t let success go to your head.
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