(Daniel speaks to himself.)
Daniel: That's great! We made 20 minutes earlier.
Mom: Good thing, we took a taxi.
Daniel: Mom, you are the best!
Mom: Hey, look there. It is an advertisement of the piano training class on the billboard. The place is not far from our home.
Daniel: Mom, come on. What are you thinking about?
Mom: Your sister is in high school now; no one plays the piano at home.
Daniel: Don't tell me you want me to do that?
Mom: Why? Why not! The piano is right there.
Daniel: But I don't like playing the piano. And the homework keeps me busy enough.
Mom: Anyway, I will have a look at the piano class after work by myself.
Daniel: How depressed!