THIS_IS_A_SIN
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summry:
Wilbur Soot. One of the most popular musicians in the world. He was known for his record breaking albums and hit singles that had every retail worker despising him.
His tours sold out in a matter of seconds and all of his songs hit the top played on Spotify and Apple Music.
He was also famous for his generosity. He was constantly having charity concerts and donating money to children's hospitals and shelters. He invested in solar power. Yet he was still one of the riches people on the planet.
But Wilbur has been feeling... empty.
Not empty exactly. Just that something was missing.
He had his fans, his over-paid maids and workers at his mansion. He had his body guards.
But he just... was lonely in the big mansion.
There was a big yard with no one playing in it. There was noiseless halls without laughter.
He needed something.
Or, Wilbur Soot, a famous musician says, "I want a kid."
*sees Tommy and points at him* "That's my kid."