Piper wasn't a humble person. She beat those egotistical trumpet players by a mile. She was stubborn and conceited and she liked to talk about herself. But mostly, she never admitted to being wrong. Not once, not ever. She didn't plan on it, either.
"Piper, why are you freaking out about this so bad?" James asked, holding her arm.
"I have a solo!"
"And?"
"I shouldn't have taken it! God, I'm an idiot! I was wrong. I shouldn't be first-"
"You admitted you were wrong!"
"James, not the time!"
"Piper…"
"Fine, I was. Dead wrong." Piper laughed; she was wrong.