Picture this: The examiner gave me a sight-reading piece in C major with a sympathetic look on his face. He was nice. I do hope he's nice enough to let me scrape a pass by one or two marks.
Anyway when I went back to the holding room, there was a dude at the piano looking as emo as can be. Total stranger, though I know his full name and birth year. I was seized by this Ameliesque desire to do good, so I thought I would transfer all my Good Lucks to him by verbalising it in his direction.
May the Karma give me one more mark.
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