Of course that's what we think.We were born to sing, that's what we think, right?Hey.*click**click*He's placing the chords so slowly.Hmm…*prodprod…*I wonder if he'll make it to the end?How will it go this time…For all we know, nobody in the world knows about us.That we were born here…*click*To this day, not a single thing has yet taken form.We watch that same repetition day after day.Master starts up the song production software and editor sometimes but gives up because it doesn't go well.He fails to find inspiration for creating a good song.