When my friend Caroline asked if I wanted

When my friend Caroline asked if I wanted to go see the Three Penny Opera I thought "Wow, what a bargain!". Was I mad when we got to the theatre and found what it really

was about. Three Pennies. Seriously?! Just 3 freaking pennies on a stage w/some lighting. I looked at Caroline who was rambling about the artistic value. At this point, I didnt

care if I was the only one who found it funny that Caroline has previously turned down my idea of putting on The Three Penny Opera, and now I find three pennies on the stage.

I snuck them into my pocket when no one was looking. You know how much 3 pennies fetches on the open market? 3 thoughts, that's how much. Sans its 3 dead Lincolns, the Opera bombed

and I was once again out of a job. I had no skills whatsoever, except for singing opera. I resorted to becoming a street performer right outside Carnegie Hall, wearing my

welcome all the out right of the bat by singing a hip-hop version of Phantom of the Opera. The local hobos worked as a team to drive me away from Carnegie Hall. I managed to

convey my plans to create an off-Broadway production. We'd combine the drumming of Stomp with Phantom's costumes, and the choreography of Cirque du Soleil's Zarkana. It could work.

But producing an off-Broadway show was no easy task especially with lawsuits starting to roll in from the other shows we were plagiarizing. The guys from Stomp were particularly me

coloring filled in the face of Stomp's frontman. They thought he was becoming one of them. In reality, he just shouldn't have tried to swallow that flowerpot.