I am not a song-writer. However, I can share one experience with you in an attempt to offer assistance...
I was one day at the courthouse representing myself in a Supreme Court case. I was the defendant. The plaintiff was the law firm which administered the estate of my mother. They were suing me for an unpaid bill. I believed it was very excessive, especially since I was charged for the time they spent trying to steal the life insurance money, content of the safe deposit box, etc. (I would eventually partially win, as the Court shaved a substantial amount off the bill.)
That day was the first court date. It was a Friday. We had the preliminary conference as we were preparing for trial which would occur a few months later. I met an attorney who was working with the same judge. However, his case was at trial. We spoke briefly.
The next night, I dreamed about the finest of pastries. On Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving, I had an urge to go to the local gourmet bakery and buy a pecan pie. I controlled that. This was no time to be spending any such money on any such luxury item. On Friday, I could not take it anymore. I thought, Maybe I am expecting company? I bought the pecan pie. On Sunday I finished it. On Monday, the phone call came.
It was the attorney asking to take me to dinner.