In this task, you're given an article and an answer. Your task is to generate the fill-in-the-blank question for this answer based on the given article. The blanks are always at the end of the question, and can be filled with more than one word or phrase.

Q: Article: Cymber Larkin's face lights up, her red hair shining in the late afternoon sun ,as she talks about her musical ambitions. "I am hoping my career just takes off, and everything will be exactly how I want it, like my dream come ture," she says. The 16-year-old daugher of baseball Hall of Farmer Barry Larkin is creating her own identity as an R&B/pop singer. She is also one of Central Florida's top lacrosses players and plays for Dr Phillips High School (DP). "I've been playing with DP since fifth grade", Cymber says. But even though Cymber _ at lacrosses and wants to earn a college scholarship, her future is clearly in music. Cymber's stage name is Cymcole. She signed with a production company shortly after turning 15. Cymber recently shot a music video for her first single in New York. Her debut album, Live It Up is scheduled to be released this summer. "We would always play dress-up, and she would be a singer star," says Sarah Hamp, one of Cymber's best friends, "She is getting there now". Her father, Barry, encouraged Cymber to start playing lacrosses at the age of 8. Barry was a 12-time-all-star with the Cincinati Reds. "When I am playing lacrosses, I am just having fun and laughing, going crazy with my friends and being all silly," Cymber says. "Don't be fooled, though. Cymber's game is serious." "She is an excellent player," DP coach Kerry Waston says. "Her stick skills are unbelievable so we are really excited to have her". "I don't want to be known as Barry Larkin's daughter . I want my own reputation", says Cymber.
Answer: has a clear idea about her future career all along

A: We can learn from the article that Cymber Larkin _ .
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Q: Article: Since Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay climbed Mount Everest, Mount Qomolangma's peak is no longer a lonely place and is turning into a trash heap. So far, more than 350 climbers have successfully reached the peak. And they have complained about waiting for hours in the bottlenecks on the way to the peak, a situation that isn't just uncomfortable -- it's cold and windy up there -- but downright dangerous. If bad weather strikes, climbers can and do die. As a matter of fact, the dangerous crowds aren't the only problem on Qomolangma. All those climbers need to bring a lot of _ --and much of them ends up being left on the mountain, sometimes even the peak itself. Mount Qomolangma is becoming the world's largest dump. Here's mountaineer Mark Jenkins writing in National Geographic about the state of Qomolangma: "The two standard routes, the Northeast Ridge and the Southeast Ridge, are disgustingly polluted with oxygen cans and torn tents everywhere." But the good news is that some mountaineers are taking it upon themselves to clean up Qomolangma. Mountianeer Paul Thelen and his friend Eberhard Schaaf are part of the annual Eco Everest Expedition, which has been cleaning up rubbish from base camps to the peak since 2008. So far they've collected over 13 tons of garbage. Some of that rubbish is even being used for a higher purpose. As part of the Mount Everest 8844 Art Project, a group of 15 artists from Nepal collected 1.5 tons of garbage brought down the mountain by climbers. They've transformed the cans and oxygen tanks--and in one case, part of the remains of a helicopter--into 74 pieces of art that have already gone on exhibition in Nepal's capital. Part of the profit from sales will go to the Everest Peakers Association, which has helped collect tons of rubbish on the slopes of the mountain.
Answer: created works of art using rubbish from Qomolangma

A: The group of 15 Nepali artists _ .
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Q: Article: The sun is shining when I get on No. 151 bus. We passengers sit jammed together in heavy clothes. No one speaks. That's one of the unwritten rules of Chicago _ . Although we see the same faces every day, we prefer to hide behind our newspapers. The phenomenon is striking: people who sit so close together are using those thin sheets of newsprint to keep their distance. As the bus approaches the Magnificent Mile, a voice suddenly rings out: "Attention! Attention!" Papers rattle . Necks crane . "This is your driver speaking." We look at the back of the driver's head. His voice has authority. "All of you put your papers down." The papers come down, an inch at a time. The driver waits. The papers are folded and placed on our laps. "Now, turn and face the person next to you. Go ahead." Amazingly, we all do it. Still, no one smiles. I face an older woman, her head wrapped tightly in a red scarf. I see her nearly every day. Our eyes meet. We wait, unblinking, for the next order from the driver. "Now, repeat after me..." It is a command, delivered in the tones of a drill sergeant . "Good morning, neighbor!" Our voices are weak and timid. For many of us, these are the first words we have spoken today. But we say them at the same time, like schoolchildren, to the strangers beside us. We smile and can't help it. We have said it; the barrier has been broken. Good morning, neighbor. It is not so hard after all. Some of us repeat it. Others shake hands. Many laugh. The bus driver says nothing more. He doesn't need to. Not a single newspaper goes back up. I hear laughter, a warm sound I have never heard before on bus No. 151. This day is starting off better than most.
Answer: were frightened

A:
On hearing the sudden utterance of "Attention!", the passengers _ .
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