"OK, now for my favorite part of the album," Autotune said sarcastically, sitting down. "The writing process!"

"I adore this part as well," Synth agreed with the same tone.

Autotune nodded and took a moment to think over his song choices. "So, what ideas do you have?" he asked Synth.

"Really? You came into a writing session with no ideas?" Synth sighed.

"I thought you'd have some!" Autotune argued.

Synth sighed and took a sip of the drink she had brought.

"Hey, don't be mad at me!" Autotune snapped.

"I'm not mad at you," Synth sighed, moving her hoof in a circle, "I'm just frustrated. We decide to do a new genre of music and you don't even know what we're writing!"

"You're supposed to write some, too," Autotune reminded his cohort.

"...You got me there," Synth admitted. "Now, onto the actual writing..."

"Right!" Autotune exclaimed. "Um... Let's see..."

"We should probably take a second to think of something," Synth told Autotune.

And so the two did. Eventually, Autotune came to a conclusion.

"Hey, you heard of that album, ...And Fashion For All?" Autotune asked.

"Of course... I'm not a big fan of thrash, but I have heard of it," Synth responded, kind of seeing where this was going. "What are you...?"

"We check the news!" Autotune exclaimed, standing up. "Yes! A bold, new, political direction for us!"

"I thought was an experiment," Synth said.

Autotune sat down. "Right..." he said with a small sigh. "Can we still do this news thing?"

"Do we have to watch PNN?" Synth asked back.

"No..."

"Fine. We'll do this, but no overly political stuff," Synth said with a nod. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna get a few newspapers." And with that, she got up and went for the door. "And you better now drink my Moonlit Dew while I'm gone!"

"Don't worry, I won't!" Autotune reassured Synth, laughing a little.

Synth was skeptical, but it wasn't a very big deal, so she left to go fetch some newspaper.

While she was gone, Autotune scribbled down a couple of ideas on a sheet paper. These included "Random romance song", "Coffee maker?", "Something about Luna", "Something about Celestia to balance it out" and "Rainbow Factory remake!". About an hour later, Autotune had written on nearly half the sheets of paper the had brought. Synth also came back then, with a stack of newspaper on her back.

"Coming up with ideas without me, eh?" Synth enquired in a teasing manner.

"Hey, I can come up with ideas on my own!" Autotune said definsievly.

"I know you can," Synth chuckled, putting the newspapers on the table and sitting down. "But I thought we were writing this thing together."

"We are! It's just..." Autotuned tried to explain.

"Hey, look, I'm kidding," Synth told Autotune.

"I know you are," Autotune admitted.

Synth gave Autotune the "Oh you!" face and picked up a newspaper. "So, what are we gonna write first?"

"You already asked that question," Autotune said, "and I think we should write the single first, then write the album filler."

"Why can't we just write an album?" Synth wondered aloud.

"Because ponies will hear the song, love it and then buy the album with the intent of listenting to the one song," Autotune explained.

"So, basically, we only have to put effort into about.. 8.3% of the album," Synth said.

"I guess," Autotune shrugged. "So, what should we call it?"

Synth leaned back in her chair, but then came up with it. "'(I) Wanna Remember You'," she said. "Every album needs a generic love song and this will be it."

"Why's it called 'I Wanna Remember You'?" Autotune asked.

"No, no, no, it's pronounced '(I)'," Synth corrected Autotune.

"'(I)'?", Autotune repeated.

"I swear, there's an echo in here," Synth muttered, getting down to writing.

"You never answered my... Eh, whatever." Autotune was about to ask something, but quickly forgot about it and got down to writing.

So they got down to writing... For about ten minutes.

"What have you written?" Synth enquired, shuffling her papers so they were straight.

"A three note loop we can abuse to death," was Autotune's reply. "You?"

"Two verses and a chorus we can loop," was Synth's reply.

"One song down!" Autotune proclaimed, slamming a hoof down on the table. "And we acted like it was hard to write music!"

"We still have 11 other songs to write," Synth reminded her cohort.

"Yeah, but at the rate we wrote this...!" Autotune said.

"There is the potential that we could write the entire album here," Synth sighed, "but we still have to record the songs... And, maybe, just maybe, we should put actual effort into the filler."

"Effort?!" Autotune exclaimed. "But I just said that we shouldn't!"

"No... You didn't," Synth said.

"I didn't?"

"No, you did not," Synth told Autotune. "Anyways, I think we should write at least two more. We don't want to strain ourselves, right?"

"Right..." Autotune mumbled.

"Anywho, let's see what these newspapers hold," Synth said before picking up a newspaper.

The colt opposite from her shrugged and picked up his own newspaper.

"'Plumber Goes To Space'... 'Memory Improvement Proven To Be Scam'..." Autotune read to herself. "'Molestia Turns Out To Be A Clone'... 'Lyra Continues To Believe Conspiracy Theories'... 'Monkey Plays For Mad Cash'...  'Alternate Universe Found, Twilight A Pegasus'?"

"That sounds interestingly stupid," Synth commented, still looking at her paper.

"And like something we would write," Autotune added.

"Exactly," Synth nodded. "Hey, here's something I found." She cleared her throat and read, "'Language Barrier Prevents Stallion For Ordering At McDonald's'!"

"Ooo! We could also write about that!" Autotune said happily. "What languages did he speak?"

"...Spanish and Latin," Synth replied, reading off the paper.

"So a retarded Sun King?" Autotune offered.

"Pretty much..." Synth said, throwing away the paper. "Let's get down to writing these..."

"Actually, I was thinking I could write my own song," Autotune said, it eventually devolving into a mumble.

"So you really wanna write without me?" Synth gasped in shock, putting a hoof to her chest.

"It's just a suggestion!" Autotune exclaimed, putting her own hooves up.

"Dude, calm down..." Synth said boredly. "I'm not gonna kill you over it."

"Oh thank Faust!" Autotune sighed.

"However..." Synth continued.

Autotune blinked. He didn't know where this was going.

"I want to write my own song since I really never," Synth went on. "We can collab on the rest, but I want to write one."

"Why do you get to write your one?" Autotune whined.

"Again, I never really write my own," Synth repeated herself. "I'm always collabing with somepony. Let me have this."

"Alright..." Autotune grumbled. "But you have to let me have your Moonlit Dew!"

"I have no problem with that; I just realized this stuff sucks," Synth said, hoofing it over to Autotune.

"Thanks," Autotune said. He grabbed it and took a big swig.

"Your poison," Synth commented, getting down to her writing.