So my music history teacher hooked me up with a ticket to Italy.
I went to Rome to play for the King.
He dubbed me child prodigy.
So the King hooked me up with a ticket for England.
I was on the plane with a bunch of other child prodigies.
We were all going to prodigy music school.
This big fat man told us we had to practice our instruments on the plane.
This one girl was sleeping instead.
She had a huge pimple I noticed.
The fat man woke her up and told her to step in his office.
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