Read the passage from "two kinds.” and i started to play. it was so beautiful. i was so caught up in how lovely i looked that at first i didn’t worry how i would sound. so it was a surprise to me when i hit the first wrong note and i realized something didn’t sound quite right. and then i hit another and another followed that. a chill started at the top of my head and began to trickle down. yet i couldn’t stop playing, as though my hands were bewitched. i kept thinking my fingers would adjust themselves back, like a train switching to the right track. i played this strange jumble through two repeats, the sour notes staying with me all the way to the end. how is this passage an example of an internal conflict? it describes the narrator’s inability to stop playing when she wants to do so. it describes the narrator’s unexpected enjoyment of performing in front of an audience. it describes the narrator’s thoughts and feelings as she struggles through a poor performance. it describes the results of the narrator’s refusal to practice diligently and learn to play the piano correctly.