He scribbled music notes on a paper pad, tearing off paper after paper as he grumbled about it not sounding good enough for his upcoming album. Angus had to have this done by the end of the month and he was running out of time

"No. No! NO! It's all bloody terrible!" He threw the pen and paper pad, nearly hitting Ozzie as they bounced off the wall "Where's my spark? Where's my...je ne sais quor? I used to be able to do this right!"