Backstage Lounge

I slipped through the patio door and marched straight for the dark armchair in the corner—every headliner needs a proper backstage lounge! Waiting on the seat was a massive, mustard-yellow corduroy cushion right beside a folded knit throw. Up I scrambled! My rigid plastic toes gripped the woven fabric as I hauled myself to the summit. I shoved the cushion aside with my shoulder, carving out a snug alcove, then slid down into the velvety groove. I clicked my jointed legs inward and folded my hands neatly across my chest plate. Total comfort! The house is quiet, the stage is dark, and I am officially recharging!