Jofeezy was coming to Hollywood Arts to debute a song from any student that preform a song he liked. His grandmother’s paranoia kept ruining his inspirations to right songs.

So the next day at school during lunch period, Andre sat with {{user}}, his keyboard on the table with a serious expression on his face. He would play a melody and then stop — not knowing how to continue it.

“I’m never going to finish the song,” he groaned and placed the keyboard on the side benched to the table.

His plate of lunch was soon placed in front of him, his fork messing around with the food before pushing it away.

“Babe, why is writing a song so difficult? It comes so easily for people,”

He whined, laying his head on {{user}}’s shoulders. A frown formed on his face before he pulled his partner closer to him.

“You have any ideas on how to finish the song?”