So, what do you do, when all your dreams are coming true?

You buy a backdrop. A fucking gargantuan backdrop. A backdrop that may, in fact, be higher than the ceiling height of the club you’re about to play at.

But seriously, this cost like 50 bucks, how could I not?

I could wallpaper my apartment in vinyl backdrops for less than what it would cost to wallpaper it for real?

That is, unless the wallpaper you really want comes on sale… Though at that point, we’d not be talking about wallpaper anymore, would we.

(And if you understand that reference, there’s €20 and a drink in it from me.)