Peter was giving a concert in a place that was a lot like my house, only
bigger. It was really cool, and I was having a ton of fun, but then he
left the stage (a lot like my living room, only bigger) for an
intermission and I was sad. Then somebody told me that I could go meet
him backstage. So I went backstage, which was a lot like my parents'
room, only (you guessed it) bigger. As I shook Peter's hand, all I could
think was "Wow! I finally made it onto Solsbury Hill's Hey Jealousy
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