Bilal sits backstage with his guitar. The school concert starts in ten minutes. He is ready.
比拉尔抱着吉他坐在后台。学校音乐会十分钟后开始。他已经准备好了。
He plays one last song. Then a string breaks with a loud sound. It hangs from the neck of the guitar.
他最后弹了一首曲子。这时，一根琴弦“嘣”的一声断了。它从琴颈上垂了下来。
His face goes white. "Oh no," he says.
他的脸一下子白了。“糟了。”他说。
He runs to the music teacher. "I need a new string!" he says.
他跑去找音乐老师。“我需要一根新琴弦！”他说。
The teacher looks in her box. "I have no strings," she says. "I am so sorry."
老师翻了翻她的盒子。“我这里没有琴弦，”她说，“真对不起。”
Bilal sits on a chair. His hands shake. He thinks about going home.
比拉尔坐在一把椅子上。他的手在发抖。他想回家了。
An older girl sits next to him. Her name is Lotte. She plays in the school band.
一个年纪大一点的女孩在他身边坐下。她叫洛特。她在学校乐队里演奏。
"What is wrong?" she asks.
“怎么了？”她问。
"My string broke," he says. "I cannot play."
“我的琴弦断了，”他说，“我没法演奏了。”
Lotte looks at his guitar. Then she points at a black case. "Use my guitar," she says.
洛特看了看他的吉他。然后她指了指一个黑色的琴盒。“用我的吉他吧。”她说。
"Are you sure?" Bilal asks.
“你确定吗？”比拉尔问。
"Yes. Go and play well."
“确定。去好好弹吧。”
Bilal takes the guitar. It feels a little different, but it is nice. The teacher calls his name.
比拉尔接过吉他。它的手感有点不一样，但很好用。老师叫到了他的名字。
He walks onto the stage. The lights are bright. He sits down and plays the first note. It sounds clear and warm.
他走上舞台。灯光很亮。他坐下来，弹出了第一个音。声音清澈而温暖。
