Clean up in Theater 3
It can be any of them.
Just please give me one.
They don't have to be playing Frozen;
the job doesn't have to be fun.
I want to sweep the floors,
take your tickets, show you your seat,
sell you candy, soda, and popcorn,
Hell, I'll even kiss your feet.
To rise to the top,
One must start at the bottom.
This job is my first stop
to reaching stardom.
Here I come, Regal Cinemas,
Muvico, or AMC.
Because one day I'll be that big shot
working in the film industry.
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