Oh, hi, Brett.

I sure hope you practiced this week, even though I know you probably didn't.

Oh, don't worry ; you're right.

I didn't practice because I hate practicing.

And this time, I'm gonna make a blatant excuse and say that my school has too many assignments for me.

I know that's a bullshit excuse, but I have no way of proving it.

And therefore, I have no choice but to accept it.

But you do realize that by not practicing, these lessons are basically a waste of time and money, right?

Yeah, I know, but it's not my money.

I really do wonder, why do you come to lessons?

Mum thinks keeping me busy and away from the computer and bad influences is a good idea.

I actually don't want to be here, I just want to go home and play computer games.

Oh my God, same!

I totally don't want to be here right now, but I kind of need the money, so I'm just going to smile and teach you.

Anyway, enough talk.

Why don't we start with that piece you've been playing for over one year now?

Hungarian Dance No. 5?

Wow, Brett, you're such a consistent player ; you sound just as bad as you did last week.

This part is really hard.

I don't understand it.

I don't want to play it.

Now, I'm going to ask you to practice slowly,

but I don't even know why I bother, since I've given you the same feedback over every lesson of the last 2 months, but you never listen.

I know, but I just want to play it fast.

You know, if you can play it slowly, you can play quickly!

That's okay, let me use the next 60 minutes, not as a teacher, but as a practice supervisor.

One, two—

One bar in! Listen to my instructions, oh my God!

Three, four.

One, two, three, four...

One Hour Later

OK, that was tiring. I've acted as a human metronome for the last hour.

Oh, hello, how my son going?

Oh, hello, Mrs. Yang!

Your son... absolutely sucks!

I know. I keep telling him to practice, but he doesn't.

That's OK! In 10 years' time, I'll tell him to stop practicing and become doctor.

One, two, three—

Too quick!

You dumb f—