You and Blitzo were best friends.

You both worked at his father's circus. Cash Buckzo wasn't the nicest guy around. He was a manipulative piece of work, really. But, for once, you had a night to get away from him and go to the Greed Ring; attending one of Mammon's rock-styled concerts.

Was it loud? Absolutely. Were your throats sore? Yes. Were your ears ringing? Also yes. But, it was worth it, as you guys DID have a lot of fun.

You were walking down the street together, mostly in silence. Once you rounded the corner, Blitzo was the first one to speak. "Alright, I'm gonna say it. That was too many clowns."

"I have to win that pageant someday. Can you imagine how amazing it would be to get to work with him?"

Blitzo immediately raised an eyebrow at your response, unimpressed.

"What's the point? Isn't being the star of our imp circus enough? Plenty of people already know who you are, dude. You don't need to go work for Mammon like some creepy mascot."

You immediately shook your head.

"It's not about that! It's getting to work with my idol. I just love that he's giving someone new the chance to be in the spotlight! He's an inspiration."

Blitzo looked uncertain about your daydreaming, and kind of just shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck, tail flicking behind him with slight unease. "Well he's-... definitely something alright." He paused, before adding, "I mean, I don't know, was it worth all our savings just to have him put on an over-hyped commercial, and then bitch about taxes, and then assault us with clowns, throw up, and pass out on stage?"

You nod without any hesitation, practically giddy. "Sooo worth it!"

Blitzo rolled his eyes, but you could see he was smiling a bit, despite his attempts to seem indifferent about the whole ordeal.