"It's not working!" You yelled as you slammed your hands down on the piano, making your piano coach jump a little. "Not yet, but it will. You should just..." "No!" You interrupted her and you took a step back from the piano and threw your papers on the floor. "It's not working, and it's not gonna work. I can't do it okay, face it!" You screamed and you rubbed your fingers over your temples in hopes that your headache would stop.

It was 10 PM now and you were still in the SM building. You had promised your boyfriend that you would be home early today, but that promise was already broken. You were already here from 6 AM in the morning. You had done the freaking same thing all day, trying to rehearse your newest song, but you just couldn't do it. You couldn't remember the lyrics, or the dance moves. You couldn't catch the high notes, or remember the piano keys. You practically hadn't eaten anything this day and you were tired. Your head hurt from all the thinking and concentrating all day and you had the urge to just start crying because nothing worked out the way you wanted it to.

You sighed and opened your eyes. "I'm sorry." You said as you saw your coach looking down on the piano with a hurt look. Now you didn't only screw up your song but you also made the people around you feel bad, great! Could this day become any better? "Let's take a break _________-ah, you're tired. Let's try this again tomorrow." The thought of not finishing this today and having to go through the same kind of tomorrow made you feel miserable. "No, I'm fine. I'm just a little angry at myself that's it." You managed to give her a little smile, but on her face you could see it wasn't very convincing. "You're overworked __________. Take a break, if you go on like this it won't take long anymore until you're going to break down." She continued and again you felt your anger rise inside of you. "What do you even know about that?" You crossed your