Been gate-crashing since I was sixteen. Sneaked backstage at a concert, delivering pizza to the stagehands. The trick is blending in. Nobody really looks at waiters or janitors.
I love being "backstage", spying on the rich and famous. Makes me laugh inside, 'cos they don't know my secret. When I heard about the Toclafane, I had to go see. Tough job, getting on board, but an old mate helped out.
He's dead now, and I'm trapped. It's hard to hide from the guards, harder to steal food. The bastards will prob'ly catch me soon, but 'til then, I'll keep laughing.