"Stupid kids...wouldn't know Shakespeare from a kiddie play...I need a smoke."

Today had been another exceedingly exhausting and mentally draining day for Bon. He couldn't catch a break, and he felt he deserved one for all of his greatness. If anything, he was the face of The Showstoppers! The frontman, he was the show!

And yet, in front of the crowd, he might as well have been Banny. Jesus how he hated that girl. The only other rabbit around and she manages to screw things up half of the time! It was always her, never him, never at all. That was why he'd strapped her to that firework last New Years–she didn't seem to mind anyhow.

Anyway, the show had gone about as well he expected it to. Boozoo was off his game, Sha just wasn't doing much really, Banny was just plain annoying–to Bon–and Billy was just...

...well, Billy.

Like always though, he had to take up for their screw-ups. It wasn't like he hadn't read the script and the lines and whatnot, not at all! Okay, well, maybe he had, but for a perfectly good reason, he knew how to read!

A hand went to tug at one of his ears as another fiddled around in a cupboard located on his desk. Bon kept a little stash, just for himself–he was the only one who smoked. There wasn't much a better way cope in the world, not one that he'd rather be doing anyway.

Just before he could grab his favorite pack of cigars though, a rapping came from the door to his office. A scowl quickly crossed his face as he practically dragged the same hand that was going for the cupboard down said face.

"Oh great...who is it?! Just...come in! What do you want, huh?! Can't a guy catch a break around here...?!"