"What did you think, Mio? Did you like it?"

It was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard in my life. If I could make music like that some day... I'd give my life for that.

"Ugh, you're so obsessed! You never want to have fun anymore, why do I bother coming over?!"

That's fine. I don't need to waste my time on someone who doesn't get it.

"I see. What a shame. You can try again next year!"

I don't understand. I don't get it. Is this my fault? I have to get better. I have to practice more.

"It's a repetitive strain injury. If she doesn't lay off this pace, she might never be able to play again."

If... If I can't make music, then I...

"Come audition with me? Please? It'll just be for moral support! And it'll take your mind off things!"

"Chiaki Ohara? Haruko Fujita? Haha, what's with this fuddy duddy music lineup?"

"Now we're selling more, our schedule's getting fuller. This is your job now. You can't whine about having no time for hobbies. That's not how this works."

"Sorry, but you're so busy with idol stuff... we need a pianist the chorus really knows, you know?"

"If you quit then we won't sell! They'll disband us and it'll be your fault!"

"Mio, honey? You're having fun at work, right?"

OF COURSE I'M NOT HAVING FUN!