I like the piano.

A boy Vincent about 14 sits on a piano bench, his instructor sits in a chair beside the piano. Vincent plays part of Chopin piece, gets stuck and goes back, over and over again, while the Instructor watches carefully. Eventually Vincent flustered drops his hands to his sides.

Vincent: I practiced. I worked on this all week!
Instructor: I believe you.
Vincent: Why can't I get it?
Instructor: You can.
Vincent: It doesn't seem that way.
Instructor: You can. You just haven't yet.
Pause.
Vincent: I practiced...I don't know what is wrong with me...
Instructor: Nothing is wrong with you. Some times it just takes extra practice. This stuff isn't easy.
Vincent: [Almost to himself] I used to think I was pretty good at the piano.
Instructor: You are very good at the piano. Chopin is tough. [Vincent just sighs and stares at the keys of the piano] Listen Vincent, just because you aren't Beethoven, Mozart, or Chopin doesn't mean you aren't talented. Not musician is a prodigy; most people have to work hard to play how they do. Not to say the masters didn't work hard, but we can't all write symphonies before we hit double digits. Even the naturally talented still have to work. And some people don't even get it naturally. But that doesn't mean in any way that those people can't be talented musicians. It just means that they will work hard. And that they don't just like the piano; but they love it.

Vincent looks at the Instructor like he values her words and opinions. Like he trusts her.

Instructor: I want you to think about that when you go home. Think about what kind of musician you are, and if you like of love the piano. Because you can just go as you are and be a really good piano player, and people will be impressed. Or you can work very hard, and be a wonderful pianist that moves people.