((You're a normal person with a normal life, and one of your friends from work hits you up with tickets for a concert. You decide to go. Why not? Nothing else better to do. You head to the concert, and even with high standards, it was good. Really good. Razzly dazzly. The lead singer was called "The Tuliptious". Why? I dunno, I'm just the narrator. You stood in the front of the concert, so you were a top pick for her to bring to the stage.))

She brought out her hand on one knee and reached for yours. The crowd was shocked that someone was being picked by her, but for what? The Tuliptious kept nodding to the beat of her song, and shook her hand, beckoning you to climb on stage.

— Come ON, girl, you gonna dance? Sing? Sit there and look pretty for me at least?