An exhausted Anning waved his hand: "Alright, have it your way. I'm a bit tired and need to return to my estate."
Beethoven stepped forward and grabbed Anning's hand: "After Omnes and I complete this song, what should we call it?"
Anning frowned. To be honest, he wasn't good at naming things; it gave him a headache just thinking about it. Since the melody was originally from the Marseillaise, he simply answered: "Just call it the Marseillaise."
Beethoven was shocked: "Why call it the Marseillaise?"
Anning: "Because the melody of this song came to me for the first time while I was drinking Marseilles fish soup."
Beethoven: "Just because of that, you want to call it the Marseillaise? That's too childish!"
Anning scratched his head. Clearly, Beethoven and his group held him in such high esteem, so why couldn't they just follow his lead?
It must be because he is Beethoven.
With no other option, Anning had to think of something else: "This..."
