Last summer my family moved to a new neighborhood. Ramon, a boy living right across the street from our new house, came by to   (1)   hello When school started, I was happy that Ramon was in my class.

One day Mr. Rosen, our teacher, told us about the big Art and Music Festival coming up at school. He said, “Who wants to be in the show? Raise your hands. The class became restless, about a dozen hands went up .I stared to raise my hand,   (2)   I stopped and put it down. I couldn’t say a word. I just sat there while the others volunteered.

“There is a piano in the hall we could use a piano player” said Mr. Rosen. Still I said nothing, And   (3)  asked me to perform at the festival, for I had never even told that I could play the piano Every day when I went home to learn the sonata in C Major by Mozart , I told him I had to do my homework. Every day it   (4)   (sound) better and better and I grew more and more disappointed that I had not volunteered to play at the festival.

One afternoon I was practicing as usual. Suddenly there was a   (5)   at the door. I was in the middle of Mozart’s Sonata, so I kept on playing.

    My mom opened the door and told me it was Ramon. “What nice   (6)  ”, I heard him say. Then he walked into the living room and saw me playing the piano. When I finished, Ramon jumped up and clapped. He ran over to me and gave me a   (7)  on the back.

“Matthew,” he said, “that was great! I never even knew you could play the piano!  (8)   were you keeping this a secret?” 

I didn’t know   (9)   to say. I felt foolish. Ramon had stopped by to borrow my math book because he had left his at school   (10)   mistake. Now he knew I played the piano.

The next day in school, Ramon told Mr. Rosen that I was a great pianist. The rest is history.