My heart beat with that feeling,pumping (涌动)it like blood to my body as my fingers flew across the piano keys.As the piece neared the end,I
(1) up to take my final bow(鞠躬).For a second,the room was
(2) .Yet,even in that one second,I had enough time to
(3) whether I had done perfectly.Then,
(4) ,the applause(掌声) came.
"Thank you…so much."I said,
(5) to the person standing on my other side.Olga,my piano teacher for six years,smiled back at me."Youˈve been an
(6) student all these years."She said,"I hope that whatever you do,you never stop
(7) ."
I leaned forward,
(8) I would keep playing because I loved piano,and hugged her.
It
(9) to be that the promises werenˈt as meaningful as Iˈd hoped.
Right after the
(10) ,I kept up my strict practicing schedule every day.
(11) ,it began slipping away from me.The reason I had stopped taking
(12) was because of my busy schedule with homework.Not long after,I stopped practicing altogether.It was
(13) not to have to stress about piano anymore.
But something was
(14) inside of me.I was empty inside.
One day I met Michelle,who had also taken piano lessons from Olga.
"Are you
(15) taking lessons from Olga?"she asked.
"Um,no! Actually I just quit a while ago,"I replied.
"Thatˈs a
(16) ,"she responded,"You used to be so
(17) .I remember your performance a year ago; it was breathtaking."
Two days
(18) talking to Michelle,I subconsciously sat down on the bench and started playing.I wasnˈt even trying to make the notes sound musically correct…I was simply doing what I should have been this entire time:playing,
(19) to be playing.
As the music spread,a(n)
(20) feeling rose inside me.