Lights, camera, action. It was such a simple phrase, yet yielded structures beyond complications. Every set of eyes scrutinized him before he could even squirm, the stage lights blinded and strained his sight, the utter silence that followed was deafening. Fozzie could already predict the snarky comments that would soon peel off the bark, the bark of those ignorant hecklers above the audience, with a near perfect view of every failure. The bear scratched his shoulder, ruffing the fur he had spent hours grooming for this very moment. He smiled, despite never being able to picture himself doing so. "Because they'd crack each other up! Eh? Waka waka!"
Fozzie's heart fell, when the only viewers who laughed at his stunt were the two dream butchers.
