黄昏时分（3）
liz laughed nervously. “maybe you should a video camera. i felt a flutter of anxiety for liz. the next thing i kneer in the seat next to me but standing stiffly onstage beside the piano. mr. hillme, her social-studies teacher and accompanist, from her face, and lifted the flute to her lips.
lord, please let her play her best.
liz took a deep breath and launched into her solo. her fingers danced along the silver keys. the melody4 floated out of the instrument, s myself be carried ahter’s song.
i forgot about the competition. i forgot about liz’s nervousness at performing in front of her father.
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