Titanic slept fitfully that night. She was having nightmares about Lusitania's taunts and bullying again, and she awoke in the middle of the night with a tear stained face. She wept silently as she looked down at the water.
Her designer, Thomas Andrews, happened to be there making some checks to her design. He looked behind him to see Titanic sobbing pitifully and quickly ran to her side. "Titanic what is wrong?" He asked gently as he stroked her hull.
Titanic blinked back another fresh wave of tears. "Thomas Andrews what if Lusitania is right?" She cried. "What if I really am useless? What if I'm not a real ship because I like music?!" She burst into sobs again.
Andrews rubbed her hull. "Titanic, let me tell you something." He said gently. "There is nothing wrong with you just because you are different from the other ships. It is just w