I began to play, unaware of my surroundings, even of the intense Mr Roberts, letting the music sweep me away. I couldn’t stop my self, unleashing note by note, my anger my self hatred from doing all those stupid things the past weekend. When I finished playing I felt like collapsing on the piano, dizzy and relieved my exam was over. I barely realised that I was falling, off the piano stool and onto the hard ground.
Everything went fuzzy, and I expected to feel pain as I struck the ground, however I was enveloped in something firm. Strong arms held me, cradled my body. Fuzzily I peered up at Mr Roberts, who was looking at me with concern.
“Are you alright, Mia? Can you hear me ?” He asked. I felt light headed, his intoxicating face just centimetres away. I asked sleepily, ” did you like my playing?” And gave him a sheepish smile.