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“So, Mr. Kloppershoe, how do you plan to contribute creatively to the band’s next big project?” The reporter, who bore a hideous resemblance to Paris Hilton, smiled and shoved the microphone further into my face.
I inched away from the life-size Barbie doll, readjusting my glasses before giving her a pointed look. “Okay, first off, it’s Klopfenstein. Second, I’m probably just gonna do what I always do, I guess. Help Aaron with most of the songs, write one or two of my own little numbers, and just rock out with the fans, y’know? Creatively speaking, it’s kinda like having—”
“Well, that is simpl
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♫~Master Katara~♫
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