LETTERLAND UNIT TWO

FILL IN THE BLANKS WITH THE VOCAB WORDS! When visitors come to our house, my father brags about my piano playing. I SHRUG my shoulders. I can feel my face BLUSH. I love playing but I am just a learning.My piano teacher keeps giving me harder music to play. I think he wants me to STRETCH my abilities along with my fingers to keep getting better. When he told me we would soon have a recital, I was shocked. I wasn't ready to play in front of lots of people. I had to GRASP the piano stool with both hands. I took in a quick GASP of air.Then my teacher told me a story about himself. When he was a child something embarrassing happened at his first piano recital. He had practiced his peace over 100 times. His whole family was there, even some relatives from a distant city came. It was in October and the place was all decorated for fall. He was so nervous that he fell off the piano stool. He landed on top of the pumpkin and squashed it. After hearing that I agreed to play at the recital. I couldn't do worse than that.