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I actually play piano and this part was an actual critique of my grade seven exam. Meanwhile, I just finished my grade eight one and maybe passed.


Photo #3: Accented Notes

Eadlyn knew she wasn't a replica of her mother. For starters, she didn't inherit any of her mother's physical attributes. Instead of fiery red hair, she got dark chocolate brown; instead of crystal blue eyes, she got soft hazel. Even her three brothers were exact copies of her father (simply without the added years). If anyone saw them together in public without any knowledge of who they were, no one would guess they were mother and daughter.

The picture Eadlyn sees is herself when she was about four-years-old and her mother sitting on a piano bench. Eadlyn looks closer and that's when she realizes that she didn't share her mother's talents for music either. Her mother tried to make her musical, but the notes just didn't cooperate with her.

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Maxon walks through the palace halls, hearing a harmonious piano playing scales in the background. He hums along, but unintentionally chokes on his breath when he hears the wrong note being played. Maxon's not a musician, but any human ear can distinguish when a scale is played incorrectly. Maxon peeks his head through the door of the Women's Room and sees America attempting to teach Eadlyn how to play the piano.

"Remember, Eadlyn," America says, placing Eadlyn's right hand on the piano. "Every scale follows a different pattern of notes. You must also follow the fingering pattern it comes with."

"This is hard," Eadlyn says with a little frown.

"It just takes a lot of practice, sweetie. C'mon, let's do C major again."

Eadlyn starts in middle C position and America plays an octave lower. They both play the scale slowly, in sync with each other. Maxon leans against the doorframe, not daring to make a sound or step inside. He doesn't want to interrupt them nor is he allowed the Women's Room without permission. When the two of them finish the scale, Eadlyn plays the final note louder than the rest. America smiles down at her and that's when Maxon snaps the photo of the two of them.

"Try not to add an accent on your thumb notes," America advises.

"I'm not," Eadlyn says. "The notes can't talk."

America sighs with a little laugh. Even Maxon feels himself grinning.

"Eadlyn, an accent in music is when you would play a certain note or chord louder than the rest," America explains. "You understand?"

Eadlyn looks up at her mother and blinks her big, hazel eyes before nodding. America smiles at her.

"Now, let go from the top."


Oh Eadlyn, you would be begging to play C major scale when you would have to play the freaking formula pattern of B minor or staccato scales.

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