Somewhat heartened, Izzy got to work. She shuffled through more items in search of inspiration. - I’m going to need this, this…. and this! - she muttered under her breath, juggling more candles, yarns, sequins, paints and bundles of colorful strings. However, this still wasn’t it, and Izzy felt a growing frustration.

Meanwhile, Pipp, sitting nearby at her desk, was trying to write another hit song. Unfortunately, she was continuously distracted by something. She was completely unable to focus until she finally decided to have a snack. On her way to the kitchen, she ran into Izzy. It turned out that the artist have a creative block. She lacked ideas and inspiration.