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In the whimsical realm, a drummer with sticks,
Beats entwined in a tale, oh what a mix.
Auditioning for Paramore, a quest with a kick,
With a cape of band tees, for "Brick by Boring Brick."
Fumbling through setup, cymbals a spree,
Like mischievous spirits, a drumming jubilee.
"Brick by Boring Brick," a story to unveil,
In the drummer's rhythm, a fairy tale trail.
The camera, a sidekick, on pizza boxes high,
Framing a dream that floats in the sky.
Capturing struggle, expressions, a game,
A drummer's prowess, in the Seussian name.
In a battlefield of beats, a skirmish takes flight,
Snare taps like whispers, under the moonlight.
Kick drum a tripwire, yet the hero persists,
Charmingly haphazard, where rhythm exists.
"Brick by Boring Brick," a melody to weave,
Challenges embraced, as dreams achieve.
Raw enthusiasm, commentary self-aware,
A drummer's journey, beyond compare.
In acrobatics gone astray, sticks in the air,
Cymbals crash, in a rhythm so rare.
Our hero grins, chaos embraced,
A Seussian superhero, in the melody traced.
A drumming crescendo, a finale so grand,
Breathless but beaming, in the Seussian land.
Pleading to join Paramore, oh what a quest,
Laughter, infectious, beats at their best.
Paramore welcomes the hero, applause in the air,
A celebration in the comments, a digital affair.
Imperfection as a superpower, a lesson profound,
In the whimsical world of "Brick by Boring Brick," crowned.
A symbol of resilience, charm in the breeze,
Belief that quirks find their musical ease.
As the superhero takes a bow, drumsticks held high,
In the Seussian rhythm, imperfection can fly.