Imagine this: You are tired of restlessly studyig at school for 6 hours, and then the school bell rings. You let out a sigh of relief, your soul starts to see the bright shiny rays of freedom, you nearly kick back your chair as you get up from that sweaty desk, you made wet with your anxious palms. You open the door to the school yard, next to you the drive way that will lead you to your home. You hear a few students talking and you feel the rain falling, but you dont mind now. You decide to head straight to the bus stop. To avoid traffic, you set your foot onto the grass, the lawn, a shortcut to your so much desired leisure time. You listen to the grass rustelling silently beneath your feet & in delight you think of how youll open your DAW and make music. You dont need to wait long for the bus to arrive, so in no time you are home. You throw your backpack down, your clothes into the corner of your room and squeak out of joy. You open your laptop, click on audiotool.com and wait for the track to load, you wait a minute then you press play and start vibing. Suddenly however, you notice that theres a person behind the opened door, and as they close it you see a stranger in a hentai-ecchi jumpsuit (you recognise a few characters on it) wielding a plastic lightsaber, they dangerously approach you, you have no time to flee or call someone, so they start beating you with the cheap ass plastic lightsaber as your shitty trap song plays in the background. When the vocals come on, you dont feel your limbs anymore.

People, dont produce music