Reblog if before a piano competition your rival asked to borrow your sheet music to refine a few details, and you let him, and then he went on to win first place.  And after your performance, your piano teacher rather brutally told you she thought you wouldn't even place in the competition, but you were so happy that it was all over that her prediction didn't sting (plus, you didn't feel that you did so poorly—you played a little fast, to be sure, due to nerves, but you got through it without a hitch).  And when they brought the trophy out, the presenter initially handed it to you, as if you were indeed the champion, even though you didn't actually place at all.  Reblog if so.