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Pilot Cookie took a sip of his butterscotch. Flipping through random jobs, he squints at one.
"BECOME A BACKUP DANCER FOR SHINING GLITTER COOKIE"
It was some kind of giveaway, a very weird one, but one nonetheless. Looking down at the instructions, it seems that to enter, you must enter your name and address. Sounding easy enough, he quickly wrote down his name and where he lived, and also a butterscotch candy, just to be nice.
Laughing at the prospect of him dancing on stage, he sent the letter to the address listed on the giveaway (it's a concert).
He was curious what the life of a dancer could be, or, any job, that matter. You can't live life the fullest without trying everything!
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Pilot Cookie slowly entered the brightly lit concerr hall. He was wearing a pink and black dress with large, black boots with pink doots. His hair was leaning on the left side of his face, covering his left eye. He had dyed his hair and mustache black with the bang being pink and part of his mustache also being.
Following Shining Glitter Cookie onto the stage, she seemed to immediately start to sing her most famous song. Pilot Cookie tried looking at the other dancers for help, but he could not keep up. The more songs, the worse his arms and legs seemed to get. After the 2 HOUR show, Pilot Cookie could use from rest after he got back.
"You did great out there."
It was Shining Glitter Cookie, grinning while sweating liquid sugar.
"Well, I tried something new." Pilot Cookie said, joyfully.
Shining Glitter Cookie left the room, with her arms crossed with a frown on her face. Pilot Cookie wanted to sleep, but he knew he needed to go. He went out to fly out on his plane, thinking about this adventure he had.