[For a brief moment he has to wonder what the first biggest crock of shit was.

But then he's too busy being scornful. A soft tch, as he looks off into the distance.

...The might actually be sparkles? There's probably some sparkles. Newt brought this upon himself.]

A musician must face many critics before he can attain true glory. From the rubble of those jealous of his skills, he will become a diamond...

[Yeah.]