music, therapy, and me

Here is the next part of the D-flat story. CHAPTER TWO I walked toward the indicated door, feeling a bit confused. Pass? I thought I would know a bit more than that at the end of the final. Rumors abounded about what happened at the end of the course, but I had thought that there would be more coming through the headphones than just one word. I opened door C and walked down the long hallway. Three years of intensive training to become a tuner were now in the past. I had demonstrated proficiency in ear training and pitch matching as well as frequency fluctuation. I learned how to calibrate the engine cores as well as how to balance harmonics in all sorts of situations. I was ready to leave the Academy and move into my chosen field. I was confused by my results. No one else had entered door C during the finals. Only me. The door at the end of the hallway opened smoothly, and I entered to find an empty desk and two chairs in an otherwise empty room. As I entered, a woman opened a do...