My heart beat with that feeling，pumping it like blood to my body as my fingers flew across the piano keys.As the piece neared the end，I 1 up to take my final bow.For a second，the room was 2 .Yet，even in that one second，I had enough time to 3 whether I had done perfectly.Then， 4 ，the applause came.
“Thank you...so much，” I said， 5 to the person standing on my other side.Olga，my piano teacher for six years，smiled back at me.“You’ve been an 6 student all these years，” she said.“I hope that whatever you do，you never stop 7 .”
I leaned forward， 8 I would keep playing because I loved piano，and hugged her.
