wish i could care less

wish i could care less (2-1N) is a level in Rhythm Doctor. It is the Night Shift version of Lo-fi Hip-Hop Beats To Treat Patients To.

wish i could care less
"Ugh...none of my ideas are working..."
Level No.	2-1N
BPM	75
Patient(s)	Cole Samurai
Pager
Pre-clear	Frustration is exacerbating the musician's SVT symptoms. Administer the two-beat rhythm treatment for his heightened pulse.
Post-clear	Patient has recovered, and is begrudgingly trying to work on his song drafts.
Ranks
S	writer's block: destroyed
A (6)	writer's block: confronted
B (11)	writer's block: accepted
C (17)	writer's block: too powerful
D (22)	writer's block: all-consuming
F	burnt out
Act 2 Night
← 1-2N Intimate (Night) 2-2N Unreachable → 2-1 Lo-fi Hip-Hop Beats To Treat Patients To
"Making stuff is tough, huh? I'll stay focused and push through!"

Synopsis

The player treats Cole as he sings a song about his writer's block. He sings about his lack of inspiration, his self-doubt and the unhealthy habits he's developed, where he deprives himself of pleasure and continues ignoring his friends as a result of his frustration with his writer's block. At the end of the level, Logan, Hailey, and the Samurai are all present, having listened to Cole's song. They all cheer him on and compliment his performance. After the level, Paige speaks with Cole about his writer's block, as he elaborates on it, with Paige trying her best to listen to him and help him out. However, Ian emphasizes the lack of time they have to focus in on one patient for an extended period of time. Paige reluctantly listens to Ian, as Ian bids an abrupt goodbye to Cole, telling Cole that they'll check up on him later.

Transcript

	Before we go forward, there's another type of SVT cue you'll need to know.
	Although SVT rhythms are usually consistent, sometimes you'll be cued to skip a beat.
	A red X will slide down the cardiogram with an audio cue to help you.
	Here's what the cue sounds like:
	Rattle...
	Got that? Here it is again.
	Rattle...
	Right, remember that.
	Let's start off with something simple.
	Looks like you got the gist of it!
	Now for something trickier.
	Keep the beat steady in your head, no matter what!
	Here we go!

If not all the beats are hit:

Nice!

If all the beats are hit:

Great!

	That patient, Cole, needs to be treated again.
	Good luck!

Rank screen, if level passed:

	Wow! That was great!
	Yeah! That rocked!
	...
	Good.
	Well, gee, I, uh...
	I didn't expect to gather such an audience.
	Encore! Encore!
	Okay, okay. Concert's over. Everyone back to your wards.

	Feeling any better?
	I think so.
	But I still just can't focus...
	I want to keep making music, but, it's tough to get in the zone.
	I can only imagine it's hard to feel inspired in a, uh, hospital.
	It's just all this second-guessing.
	What do you think causes it?
	Hey, I think we should move on. We don't really have time for this.
	But maybe this is our chance to help?
	It's tough not to feel like an imposter. Like I'm just copying other producers...
	Actually, y'know, maybe you can check out this track I'm working on?
	Tell me what you think, and stuff.
	There's a lot of stuff to do, we need to get going.
	Hm. Fine. I feel bad though.
	Sorry, gotta go, we'll check in later!
	Oh. Yeah, for sure. See ya.

	Hey doc, quick question.
	Why does that hoodie guy's room look like some kind of vacation getaway?
	Meanwhile, my "Janitor's Office" is a broom closet with a child-size desk squeezed in it?
	I'm not trying to start trouble! I'm just asking...
	...when the hoodie guy feels all better and goes home, can I have his room?

Lyrics

File > New, stare at nothing for an hour or two,
Drop in a beat, like a hundred other artists would do,
Click in some chords, like a hundred other artists could do, like
Probably gonna hit that "don't save changes", again
Used to write a song a day...(Used to write a song a day)
It's just that lately my perfection's in the way, of me,
and I can't make no changes to save me...

Wish I could write more, care less,
Wish I could write more, and care less,
Write more, and care less,
and care less

Sometimes I'm angry I'm not doing better
than I thought I'd do at this point
I punish myself by depriving my health
of the things that I like until I fix this
But it doesn't really help I just get more depressed
I do even less cause I can't work when I'm stressed
And ignoring my friends, means when I'm finally done,
there'll be no one left to make this all worth it...

oh I've been thinking too much
and now two hours have passed
and I've got nothing to show...
I guess tomorrow
We'll give it another go