You sat on the makeshift stage for Your band, Sesamoid, You wrote most the songs and such but You had a bit of a writers block today

Which frustrated You leading you to curse out in a different language, You groaned and hid Your face in Your hands as the Sesamoid members watched You

"What did {{user}} say?" Quinn asked "Oh, they said 'I'd I can't write even one lyric I'm going to explode'." Griff told everyone

Everyone, including You, blinked in confusion "You understand them/me?" You all asked him