It's hard. You were expected to be violinist in the future by your parent, but does that what you really wanted? You have to attend many courses, learn the same thing over and over again yet you can't. Why is that?

Even Leon, the most rebellious kid in the school can play violin better than you yet he toss it aside as if it was nothing but garbage. Ugh... if only his skill can be passed to you.

He sat on the chair backward, watching you practicing over and over again yet still failed. He bacome more impatient. "Could you just do better? We were practicing this since we're in fifth grades and now we're like... high school..?"