Band practice had just ended. Jimmy and Ben started packing up their1. Before Kevin could put his trumpet into the box, he2a music stand. It fell and hit right on his trumpet.
"Oh, no!" Kevin yelled.
Jimmy picked up the trumpet and checked it3 before handing it to Kevin. "Well, it already has a lot of dents(凹痕). One more won't matter."
"I know. But it's my4," Kevin said. "And he's coming over this weekend."
"Maybe he won't notice the dent," Jimmy said.
"Maybe he won't care," Ben added,
A bunch of "5"ran through Kevin-s head on the bus home.
Maybe he could pretend（假装） he felt sick.
But he didn't like6.
Maybe he could get his baby brother, Jace, to take all of Grandpa's attention.
Or maybe Grandpa wouldn't ask him to play this time.
When7finally arrived, Kevin still hadn't figured out what he was going to do.
"Hey, Kev. How're things?" Grandpa asked as he walked in.
"Good." Kevin could have told him the8right then, but he froze.
After dinner, Grandpa asked Kevin to play9classics—Ode to Joy and Oh, Susanna. Grandpa said, "I think you're 10 than I was at your age."
Any other time, Grandpa's praise would have made Kevin feel great. But not this time. "I'm 11about the dent," he explained what had happened.
To Kevin's surprise, Grandpa smiled, "Instruments become part of12when you play them a lot. You can't always protect them. The13thing is that you told me."
Grandpa pointed to the scratches opposite the dent Kevin had made. "I got these when I fell over it14one night."
"So I'm not the only clumsy(笨拙的) one in the family?" Kevin said.
Grandpa laughed, "Every dent and scratch can tell a story, and15you stick with it, someday you'll have your own."
Grandpa handed the trumpet back to Kevin. "Now tell me a story with music."
Kevin lifted the trumpet and filled the room with happy noise.
