The roar of the crowd still echoed in Cream Donut Cookie's ears, even from the relative quiet of the backstage area. He’d just finished his drum solo, a dazzling (in his mind, at least) display of rhythmic energy. He’d even managed almost to nail the triumphant cymbal crash without dropping them. Almost.

As Cream Donut Cookie hurried past a stack of brightly colored crates, his foot caught on a loose bit of rope. He gasped, his arms flailing a bit as he tried to regain his balance before his accordion slipped from his grasp and fell with a soft thud onto the dusty floor.

"Oh, crumbs..."