I don't believe in luck. I believe in good things happening, and bad things happening. I believe in trying really, really hard. And sometimes you make it, sometimes you don't. Sometimes, no matter what you do, no matter what underwear you've got on, you're just destined to screw up. It's not a matter of chance, of luck. It's a matter of – of being prepared. Of good planning. Of studying and working and practicing until your mind's about to explode and your fingers are about to fall off or your throat is sore. And… sometimes you'll manage it. You'll be the best singer, the best pianist, and best mathematician, the best this or that or whatever it is! Sometimes it'll work out. But sometimes… sometimes there's just nothing you can do. And it's never down to luck. It always just comes back to you. Your success – your failure? That's on you.