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•8 QuestionsRead the story and answer the question.
Chen had practiced his piano piece for weeks, until the notes felt like stepping-stones across a stream. Still, on the evening of the school showcase, his hands looked unfamiliar, as if they belonged to someone braver. The auditorium smelled of dust and new paint, and the stage lights were bright enough to illuminate every worried thought.
Backstage, Ms. Patel handed him a small paper crane. “For focus,” she said. “Folded things can be strong.”
Chen turned the crane between his fingers. The word “folded” made him think of his own courage, tucked away neatly when he needed it most. He heard the audience murmur, a low ocean of voices.
When his name was called, Chen walked out slowly. The bench creaked as he sat. He placed the paper crane on the corner of the piano, where it looked tiny and determined.
He began well, but halfway through, his mind snagged on a difficult measure. The notes scattered. For a moment, silence stretched like a long hallway.
Chen’s cheeks burned. He could leave. He could pretend his hands had slipped. Instead, he stared at the crane’s sharp wings and remembered Ms. Patel’s calm voice. He inhaled, counted softly, and started again from the beginning.
This time, the music flowed more smoothly. It wasn’t perfect, but it was honest. When he finished, the applause surprised him, not because it was loud, but because it sounded warm.
Afterward, a classmate said, “I liked that you didn’t quit.” Chen looked at the paper crane, now slightly bent at the tip, and felt something inside him unfold.
Question: What motivates Chen to start the piece again after he makes mistakes?
Read the story and answer the question.
Chen had practiced his piano piece for weeks, until the notes felt like stepping-stones across a stream. Still, on the evening of the school showcase, his hands looked unfamiliar, as if they belonged to someone braver. The auditorium smelled of dust and new paint, and the stage lights were bright enough to illuminate every worried thought.
Backstage, Ms. Patel handed him a small paper crane. “For focus,” she said. “Folded things can be strong.”
Chen turned the crane between his fingers. The word “folded” made him think of his own courage, tucked away neatly when he needed it most. He heard the audience murmur, a low ocean of voices.
When his name was called, Chen walked out slowly. The bench creaked as he sat. He placed the paper crane on the corner of the piano, where it looked tiny and determined.
He began well, but halfway through, his mind snagged on a difficult measure. The notes scattered. For a moment, silence stretched like a long hallway.
Chen’s cheeks burned. He could leave. He could pretend his hands had slipped. Instead, he stared at the crane’s sharp wings and remembered Ms. Patel’s calm voice. He inhaled, counted softly, and started again from the beginning.
This time, the music flowed more smoothly. It wasn’t perfect, but it was honest. When he finished, the applause surprised him, not because it was loud, but because it sounded warm.
Afterward, a classmate said, “I liked that you didn’t quit.” Chen looked at the paper crane, now slightly bent at the tip, and felt something inside him unfold.
Question: What motivates Chen to start the piece again after he makes mistakes?