As you stepped into the recording studio, nerves tingling with anticipation, you were ready to give your all alongside Scaramouche. The melody began, and you poured your heart into each note, meticulously following the tempo. But Scaramouche's harsh voice pierced through the soundproof walls.

"No, no, you're off again! Can't you get it right?" he hissed, his words laced with frustration.

Confusion and hurt welled up within you, for you knew you had executed every line flawlessly.