oh, that's all right. you can't be expected to remember every skinny girl who comes in with her dad.
it's ok, i guess. no, i don't really. i'm not big on music, ordinarily.
i'm so sorry.  i was sorry to hear.
ok. nice to see you, mr crane.
he was deaf when he wrote this.
beethoven. he created it, and yet he never actually heard it. i suppose he heard it all in his head, somehow.
hi, mr crane.
oh, in there? i messed up a little bit in the scherzo. i guess, if nobody noticed, it's ok. mr crane, this is tony, a friend of mine. tony, mr crane.
hello, mr crane.
we haven't seen you since.  i'm terribly sorry.
we've certainly missed you.
pop doesn't like people smoking in here.
sometimes i have a cigarette in here when he's away. never when he's in the house. he can smell it a mile off.
that's what he keeps telling me.
well, sure, i guess. pop says so too. i work pretty hard at school.
boy.
oh, mr crane--
geez, mr crane, i don't know. i hadn't really thought about a career or stuff.
geez, mr crane.
sure, mr k.
i stank, didn't i?
but more or less.
it doesn't matter, mr crane.
but it doesn't matter. really, i'm not interested in playing music professionally.
i'm not certain i'll have a career at all, and if i do, i'll probably be a veterinarian.
i do appreciate the interest you've taken, though.
i'm only sorry that i didn't play better for you. i know it would've made you happy. you know what you are?
you're an enthusiast.
but i do appreciate it, mr crane.
i wanted to make you happy.
it's ok.
i want to do it, mr crane.
please, mr crane, it's ok, please--