g and you salent.quot;

    quot;Late for sc; I mopped te clean op of ed. Before I made it do steps, I regretted not being more forceful. Most of my life eful ercedes, relieving me from cy for my actions.

    By time of ter recital t year, just t and sound of tomac disappoint my parents by quitting Mr. Martin altogetended t all  t  my family at to find ts age. tals remained uncer, students milled about, mentally preparing for turns, practicing t surface. Mr. Martin paced among us, counting age-frigent, and tant. quot;You are my prize pupil,quot; ;t Ive ever taug; And , ion on my lapel. ed tains to tness of tligo ime to duck out ters nig, startled by my presence in topped and stared at me. I seet I could not scare it. Once upon a time, sucures errified of me.

    t frozen nig entirely ened at t of ter. If to be my fareo give to remember me by. I moved like a  pressure on all tial notes. Members of ts to lead trings stopped ed, t I almost forgot ed tage, Mr. Martin greeted me first, tears of joy in ;Bravo,quot; and tudents, ment, t I ss, siblings, friends, neiged music lovers. t I dre cro notice t until most of the well-wishers had vanished.

    My motick from my c o my perip, about forty years old. elligent face, but I  tared, scrutinized, studied, and pondered, as if dredging up an inner mystery. Ster stranger to me.

    quot;Excuse me,quot; s;But youre Andre;

    quot;; I corrected her.

    quot;Rig;

    quot;t; I turned back to my parents, ed t to go.