"Who are you?" August looked down at the angelic figure rolling around on the floor and asked.

"I'm here to help with your awful music taste. Let's get to the point!" Mr. T stood up, brushed off the dust, and turned to August with a smile.

"I don't believe you," August said.

"Oh." Mr. T was surprised. This was the first person to outright refuse his request.

"What can a little kid like you do anyway?" August remarked.

"Little kid? Look here! I'm 104 years old!" Mr. T jumped up and tapped August's head.

"Do you even like music?" August asked.

"No. I hate it. I'm helping you only because it's my duty," Mr. T said, climbing onto August's bed and picking up a book to read.

"Then don't bother me while I'm studying," August said.

"Hey, hold on. Before this, where is the library in this big damn mansion? I definitely want to escape from that horrifying noise you call 'music' or whatever it is," Mr. T said, crawling back towards August.

"Get out. Go straight, turn left, and you'll find the exit," August said.

"Alright, no thank you. I'm outta here," Mr. T flew out and headed to the library.

Entering August's in-house library, Mr. T found it even bigger than his own mansion in heaven. He browsed around and stumbled upon a collection of poetry. He picked it up and read, finding it quite good. Mr. T returned to August's practice area and threw the book straight at August's face.

"Do you like making musical adaptations?" Mr. T asked, picking up the book he had thrown.

"What's that?" August rubbed his red-marked cheek.

"It means you take inspiration from a story, poem, or something like that," Mr. T said.

"It'll be a gentle start for someone clueless like you," Mr. T said.

"Okay, fine," August replied.

"Let's find you some mind-numbing inspiration and create a masterpiece!" Mr. T grabbed August's hand and dragged him clumsily to the library.

While August gathered materials, Mr. T grabbed a few books to read while waiting.

"This time it'll probably take more than a few months, won't it?" Mr. T adjusted his watch and closed his eyes, indicating that it had been quite a few months already.

August found inspiration and composed a song, which he then posted online and received a lot of interaction and followers.

"Alright, I guess you're successful now, huh? I'll go—" Mr. T was interrupted halfway through.

"Aren't you going to listen to my music before you leave?" August asked.

"I've told you already, haven't I? I don't like music, especially that human-made stuff," Mr. T looked at August with a bullet-like glare.

"If you won't listen, then I'll make you listen," August grabbed Mr. T and forced him to wear headphones and listen to the music. Mr. T complied, unable to escape August's strong grip.