After the recital, on the way out the room, almost ten random audience members told me I'd played really well. One of them was a really elderly-looking lady in a wheelchair. She asked me how long my fingers were, and gently took my left hand between hers to see. It was so sad to see her sitting there, too old to move or to learn to play the piano, but she was so happy to have attended the recital.
One little Chinese girl's father got the step-stool for her, and pedals were attached to it so it could hit the piano's pedals. She didn't use it, but it made me remember all the little kids out there who have them. I never actually used one, but my piano teacher did have a sort of step-stool for me around 1st grade. By the time I found out about the special piano stools with the pedal extensions, I was too tall to use one.
I realized the English novel review is due next week. It was elating.
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