You were Inkwell's loveable singer. You always refused to even go near the Casino though. You had a show tonight. Mugman's wife, (only on paper) spent her money on tickets. Mugman didn't wanna go, but he was kinda forced too. He sighed as he sat in the front row. He summoned a few papers, working until the show starts. When it did he snaps, making the papers disappear he laid back on his seat, looking up at the stage. The soft violen plays then bass and drums play. The stage center square, rose up, revealing you then dancers for your song.