Entering with my small case, I happen upon the piano keyboard. Curios, I stop. I decide to sit and noodle. But I'm not very good. Sigh. I pick up my suitcase, draw it near as I sit there, open it and fish around. Ah, a can of pop. I pull it out, open it (fizz), and take a sip. Refreshed, I reach back in again. What's this? A bear? Oh, no, actually, it's not Fozzy afterall. It's Rowlf. Hi Rowlf. What's wrong. He points to the suitcase. I look in. Reach into it and produce a red heart balloon. Ahhhhhhh. POP! Ohhhhhhhhhh. What's that Rowlf? She broke your heart? Yeah, I know the feeling. Well.... want to console yourself with something to eat? (pull out the plate). Not hungry, eh? I know, it's the same old story. (pulls out the stick). World keeps spinning round and round (spin the plate), as you and I face the hearbreak over and over again. Rowlf starts playing his piano. Why do we put ourselves through it Rowlf? (We then head into the duo, "I hope that something better comes along".)
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