Of Free Cost.

An audience waited with bated breath. Where is he? I hope this is worth the money!

Backstage, a lone figure stood.

Blurred images and a thumping heart, he looked at the spark of light that shimmered. He let himself take a deep breath as a bait and walked up to the stage. As the white noise turned to an uproar of black, he couldn't help but smile for he could feel his ego nurse his now lost soul.