Backstage
Once their was this guy named Stage, see—and once he used to cavort around, spreading sunshine into the gloomy depths of rock abandon 'n' stuff see. But the only problem was that he had no money. Stage was broke. It hurt him. So he spread no more sunshine.
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Backstage
WHERE THE STARS TANK UP & LET THEIR IMAGES DOWN
Once their was this guy named Stage, see—and once he used to cavort around, spreading sunshine into the gloomy depths of rock abandon 'n' stuff see. But the only problem was that he had no money. Stage was broke. It hurt him. So he spread no more sunshine. Things got gloomier. Thousands cried, alone, at home, wondering where their happiness had gone. Then, one day, a mysterious benefactor appeared. He was rich—one of the wealthiest humans alive, in fact—and he wanted to feel good agairh He searched for Stage, and found him in a skid row bowery. Destitute, alone and broke. No need to worry,” he assured Stage. ‘7 will back you.”
