"Something's wrong. When did I make a mistake?!" The Storyteller's face collapses. "The anvil... it won't sing

"Something's wrong. When did I make a mistake?!" The Storyteller's face collapses. "The anvil... it won't sing. It moans under my hammer. Instead of sweet music, I hear cries of pain, begging me to stop. I clench my teeth and strike again. And again. And again. I will MAKE it work. It WILL sing for me, even if I must torture it to do so."