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语言朋友(9) From my second grade on, there was one event I feared every year: the piano recital (独奏演唱会)．A recital__1__I had to practice a boring piece of music and perform before strangers.Each year I__2__ask my father if I could skip the recital “just this once”．And each year he would shake his head, muttering(嘀咕)__3__about building selfconfidence and working toward a__4__.So it was with really great__5__that I stood in church one recent Sunday, video camera in hand, and__6__my 68yearold father sweating in his shirt__7__rising to play the piano in his very first recital. My father had longed to play music since childhood, but his family was poor and couldn't__8__lessons.He could have gone on regretting it，__9__too many of us do.But though he was rooted in his past, he wasn't__10__there.When he retired three years ago, he__11__his church music director to take him as a student. For a moment after my father sat down at the keyboard, he__12__stared down at his fingers.Has he forgotten the__13__？ I worried, remembering those split seconds__14__ago when my mind would go blank and my fingers would__15__.But then came the beautiful melody(旋律)，from the__16__fingers that once baited (装饵于) my fishing lines.And I__17__he had been doing what music teachers always stress：__18__the music and pretend the others aren't there. “I'm__19__of him for starting something new at his age，” I said to my son Jeff. | 
