I’m at Juilliard. I’m going to my jury, and I’m not prepared at all. Mom’s with me on the second floor. She’s anxious. She is waiting with me. I’m going to play a Chopin waltz or nocturne. I’m the last one and I’m supposed to go to room 225E. But then I’m wrong and it turns out I’m supposed to go to room 325 E. It’s the waltz in C# minor, which I know well enough. But I’m under the impression it’s not a waltz, and I have waltz music, which is not what I want.
I finally make it there and I explain that before I play, I’m going to cook them some pork chops first. So at least there will be something they like since I don’t think I can play very well at this point. I’m going to make the pork chops with jam and mustard and vinegar and stuff. I somehow managed to grab all the ingredients and there’s a hot plate I can cook on. I don’t know how that’s going to work but I’ll try.
I’m talking to them oh, and I hope I’ll be able to use my music but they say I can’t, that’s how it works with the “Word of Faith Fellowship” (!). So I guess will have to try to just wing it like everything else, and if it’s my last time at Juilliard because I get kicked out, well that’s just what happens. Anyway, I’m trying to cook the pork and I’m getting ready to play, and well, we’ll see. It’s just two women, not even any teachers I know. And Mom’s waiting for me downstairs.