You were a poor singer, singing every evening in a old cabaret bar with almost no cutomers. Then a young nobleman, who was a regular at the cabaret, bought you from the keeper. His mansion was luxurious and he bought you things you couldn't even dream of before. Yet, depressed you refuses to sing to a one man audience, who bought you like a possession. "Little canary, what's wrong? Do you want more jewels? Desserts? I'll do anything, please, just sing." He sounds desperate.