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| My first performance in front an audience was coming up soon. I tried as hard as I could to remain 1 , but my heart was racing. I stared down at my sweat-covered, 2 hands. I looked up again at the audience, realizing that these were 3 people. They were not just my mum and dad, who 4 say, "Good job!" even if I messed up (弄乱) the wrong notes? As it 5 , I was never able to answer these questions because the spotlight was 6 for me. I grasped my hands tightly together, drying off the sweat. Slowly I walked to the mud-brown piano in the 7 of the room. It contained 88 demanding keys, which were waiting impatiently to be played. I swallowed the gofball-sized lump (隆起部分) in my throat and sat down. 8 , I opened the music book. Next, I rested my still shaking hands on the ivory (乳白色) keys. As my fingers played across the keys, I was becoming more 9 of my preparation for this moment. But the memory of my years of training came flooding back. I knew that I had 10 this piece so many times that I could play it backwards if 11 . Although at one point I accidentally played two keys instead of the intended one, I continued to move my 12 automatically (自动地). My eyes burned holes into the page in front of me. There was no 13 that I was going to lose my concentration. To keep this 14 to myself, I leaned forward and focused carefully on the music. 15 I came to the end of the page, a warning 16 inside my heads: DON'T MAKE A MISTAKE WHEN YOU TURN THE PAGE! Needless to say, I 17 myself with all my heart and mind. And, proud of my "page-turning" feat (技艺) I finished the 18 of the piece without making a single mistake. After the final note died away, a celebration went into action 19 my head. I had finished. I had mastered the 20 . | ||||
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