The piano and it's music

I'm taking my piano exam tomorrow... It's the dreaded number 8... But well I think I'm prepared, or so I feel... I mean if you think about it, worst case scenario is that I fail this thing. Well all I've got to do then, is to take it again next year and hope to do better! :) But there's just this feeling. This voice that says "no, you can't fail. Cuz if you do, so many people will be disappointed. Your teacher, your parents, your everyone, and yourself..."

Well for those who know me, y'all know I'm a perfectionist. Some times too much of one, but you know, I hate the feeling when you know you could have done so much better and yet did not manage to save that last string of hope. 

I don't know, but my teacher always said 

Well I think it's true, let our lives be played the way it's meant to be. Let those black keys add melody to those white keys, and let those white ones add hope to the black ones. But in my life, I have an imbalance of colours in my piano. There are so little white keys, hardly any black ones, but so many grey ones. And the music that I play on my piano, it sounds... so dissonant. All the notes crash against each other, and turn out to be some alien-like, futuristic rubbish. But that's my life, musically. Actually I think everyone else's lives are pretty much the same, with every turn of events being grey. And there are different shades of grey.-_-

So basically life is complicated. In this whole labyrinth of smiles and tears, could we all be pieces in someone's game? 

 People say, 

Well, I think life is like that too. So maybe for tomorrow's exam, I'll let everything go. I'll forget all the troubles and just let my life depend on those feelings that are gonna run on the keyboard. The only keyboard with no grey keys...