I stared at my shaking hands. I had been preparing for this day for the last two years and I couldn’t afford to make too many mistakes. The white keys beneath my figures blurred as tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t believe I was about to cry in the middle of my piano final! (Which, by the way, I needed to pass in order to g r a d u a t e !) No, I thought. Not here, not now! “Alexa,” my professor said. “Is something wrong?” I didn’t want him to see that I was crying. But it was too late.