Sing Spankings
Buster Moon found himself alone in the hushed sanctuary of his cherished Moon Theater. The final notes of a performance still lingered in the air, fading away into the quiet. It was a rare moment of tranquility amidst the whirlwind of activity that had consumed him.
Seated in the plush red velvet chair, Buster let out a contented sigh, his tired eyes surveying the empty stage. The energy of the audience, their infectious applause, and the vibrant emotions of the performers seemed distant now, like a fleeting dream. The theater, once bustling with life, now embraced a serene stillness.
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