Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking either.
"Hey, I should sell all my Golden Nymphs and Pulvys! And maybe these Arctic Squids that you can't buy in the Bazaar anymore!"
Anyways, your wish has been granted, but it is inaudible and turns out to be the frequency at which your brain resonates too. In other words, your brain explodes when you sing. Literally.
I wish I had perfect pitch.