Therefore, the piano wasn’t the most important thing after all!

He had other, more important goals.

"I understand," Fred said.

"If you do, go to bed. There’s work to do tomorrow," Weston said.

Fred nodded and left the piano room with his father.

However, as he walked out, he glanced back at the piano, seemingly deep in thought.

Weston patted his shoulder. "You’ve made the decision, so don’t regret it."

Fred pursed his lips, looked up at his father, and with determination in his eyes, said