Hidden Octaves.

 I hope I don't end up loving atonal music. Not the case, now.

Etudes.

 A 9 in the final exam of instrument, I cannot be that sad. It's not a bad grade. After all, I took that test in advance, instead of doing it in December. Instrumentist and Composition license.

 Tomorrow I'm going to start studying La Catedral, all movements. That's it.

Still Alive.

"Son", she said... Have I got a little story for you...

 First final exam with 8, I'm glad but so much... Tomorrow I have the Instrument final too. All pieces studied and achieved.

 What am I feeling? Is it the pressure? Chest pain. I wanna form a band. SoundCloud. Thelonious Bar.

 Ugh, at least I don't have to go anymore to that horrible class on Thursdays.

So What?

 Stupid teacher's strike, all exams delayed.

Eyecatch.

 Tuesday, final exam. Back to PowerPoint and Sibelius.

Holland.

One of the early songs.

 Tomorrow's the chance, then. I might be anticipating too much. Maybe not. 

Sunday. Soonday.

Lydian.

Back when Miranda! was Miranda!

 

Me muero si te hago reir, es así.
Tu modo me mata, te quiero invitar a salir.

"Bailarina", Miranda! (Es Mentira, 2002)

 Had a diagnostic exam today, pretty well, no mistakes; unlike the other diagnostic when everyone failed.

I'm in love with Sibelius. Bah, the conservatoire still owes me the government netbook.

 No worries.