Into the pause of the two-second black hole that follows the request by the teacher to play a few notes, the fears of many lifetimes are sucked:

I can't play;

I'm not capable of learning

You will laugh

I'll be rejected

I'll be scolded

I'll feel worthless

My music will be ugly; I'm ugly

The sound will not come out

I will not succeed

It is illogical to do this at my age

It is a waste of time

It doesn't produce money

Does it really feed me inside

Am I really an artist

Is it a personal fantasy

I shouldn't have been born

I'm a burden

I'm good for nothing

I still haven't got it together

Maybe I never will

I have failed at everything

I am stupid

I'm alone

No one cares about me

I do not know how to love sound
or anything else

I'm not good enough

I have done nothing with my life yet

I only make mistakes

I never know what to do or say

I'm going to die...this way