How Zuko hated to practice day in and day out.

But his mother and Uncle insisted he do so.

So he did.

Without any arguing he could hear his mother's praise, his father's compliments, hearing his father being proud of him for something. All this had grown to be a part of his happiness. Now he played it at the talent show, when he was eight and many people clapped. His father was proud saying that's my son. Then the car crash came, his mother had died. His father got drunk. And his sister just didn't care. He was told no longing to play it in the house.

So he stopped. He found something a bit cooler and nice electric guitar. He was so good at it and his father paid handsomely for it as well.

His uncle after many years had asked him to play at the tea shop. He didn't know what to do. It was to be held the seasonal coffee house night. He couldn't help but wonder. Will he play? He just didn't know what to do or to say. So he just stated to practice.

Just wait Katara will tell you…