His name was Bubba. He broke his foot in football practice and couldn't play in the game.

I sat and
listened to him. We didn't talk, but after about an hour, I asked, 'Can I try it?' and he said 'OK', and gave
me the harmonica. I began to play. After several minutes, Bubba was getting really excited and saying,
'Good, good, good!' Then he asked, 'Where did you learn to play like that?' 'I didn't learn anywhere,' I
said. When it got late, he told me to take the harmonica with me, and I played it for a long time in my
room. Next day I took it back to Bubba. 'Keep it,' he said. 'I've got another one.' I was really happy, and I
went and sat under a tree and played all day. It was late afternoon when I began to walk back to my
room. Suddenly, I heard a voice shout, 'Forrest!' I turned round - and saw Jenny! She had a big smile on
her face, and she held my hand. 'I saw you play football yesterday,' she said. 'You were wonderful!' She
wasn't angry about the cinema, and she asked me to have a drink with her! 'I'm taking lessons in music,
and I want to be a singer,' she told me. 'I play in a little group. We're playing at the Students' Centre
tomorrow night. Why don't you come and listen?' 'OK,' I said.