Robby was 11 years old when his mother sent him to have his first piano lesson. I thought students should begin at an earlier age, but Robby said that it had always been his1dream to hear him play the piano.2I took him on as a student.
Although Robby tried very hard, he didn't have a talent for3. However, he didn't4and at the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, "My mom is going to5me play some day." But it seemed6.
One day Robby stopped coming to our lessons. He told me that his mom had been7and unable to take him to piano lessons, but he was8practicing. He asked if he could take part in my concert and I agreed.
The night of the concert came. The high school gym was filled9parents, friends and relatives. The concert was going well. Then, Robby10up on stage. He announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concert No. 21 in C Major. I didn't get ready for what I heard next. His fingers danced on the keys(琴键)…
He played so11that everyone clapped (鼓掌) excitedly. In tears, I ran up on stage. Oh, Robby!12did you do that?"
"Well, Miss White… did you13I told you my mom was sick? Well,14she had cancer and passed away this morning. And well ... she was born deaf so tonight was the15time she heard me play. I wanted to make it special."
