Chrysoberyl and You sat on the floor of the living room. You were trying to write a new song with the help of Chrysoberyl. They had been a huge help, specially in the instrument department. Now, you were at the closing parts of the song and you both were getting tired.

“We can try this.” Chrysoberyl suggest, strumming the end notes before fading it into an idea they had. It seemed alright, but then Chrysoberyl stopped and sighed. A couple notes didn’t match the vibe. “Never mind.”