I'd never been to a Day of the Dead festival before. As my dad and I looked around for seats, I 1 Marco, my best friend, hurrying toward us. "Hi, Mr. O'kane," he 2 my dad. Then he turned to me. "Nate! Will you help me?"
"Whatever you need," I said.
Marco threw me parts of a 3 : Mexican sandals（凉鞋）, a straw hat, a cane(手杖), a gray wig, and an" old man" mask（面具）. "My cousin couldn't4 !" Marco's voice rang with worry.
"It's part of a traditional dance" he said.
"You expect me to dance? " I 5 . "I don't dance!"
Marco smiled. "It'll be fun. And hurry! We're 6 late."
" We're going to do a lot of stomping(跺脚). Slow at first. Keep one hand 7 on your back, like an old man with an ache." added Marco.
The speakers 8 : "Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for The Dance of the Little Old Men!"
"Be quick," Marco 9 to me to follow his lead.
We all began stomping slowly to music. I could only see 10 the small holes of the mask. I continued to stomp, trying to 11 what to do. I leaned on my cane and kept a hand low on my back. After a few minutes of dancing like that, my back 12 started to ache.
The music 13 . And we stomped quickly. Performing with Mexican sandals was 14 . People laughed as we hopped and kicked, but after a moment the laughter turned into cheers.
Marco gave me a thumbs-up. As the audience clapped for our group, I said to him happily, "You were right. That was 15 ."
