Ludwig von Koopa, musical genius, was all set to work on a new creation, a masterpiece, something he hoped would be played and enjoyed for generations. Excited, he shot up from his bed, ready to start the day.
He stuffed his face with his breakfast quickly so he could get to work. Pen and paper in hand, he put his fingers to the keyboard, eyes closed and head tilted up and striking an "A" chord. His pencil touched the paper and just stayed there. He looked down at the paper and just stopped and stared. His mind was blank.
"Why is there nothing coming to me?" Ludwig thought to himself. "I had so much in my head earlier," he continued to think while just staring at the page drawing a blank, becoming frustrated. He played random notes and chords on the keyboard trying to come up with something for hours. Frustrated, he got up and stared out the window hoping for inspiration. He opened it hoping some air would help.
While staring out, he heard some birds, and inspiration came back to him. He sat back at the piano and the notes just started coming. Within a matter of hours, he'd created music. Looking at his work, his hands went to the keyboard and he played, it sounded amazing. He was truly happy. Finishing, he picked up the sheets and looked at them with satisfaction. He hugged the pages only to hear his father, Bowser's, voice.
"Your song sucked, dude."