At the Protostar show, nothing stands still. Singing, dancing, quarrelling. A dozen of the best performers in the USA will compete for an unknown prize. However, is it important? There is no honesty and justice in this world. How far can one go for the dream of the stage? Can fame really turn one into a hypocritical animal? How long will it take for one to go crazy? How does it feel to lose everything, but more than ever play the role of a happy person? Or maybe there is nothing to lose? Are sincere and tender feelings possible at the festival of endless pretense?

Be warned, this is in no way a serious book. The alphabet mafia will steal all the letters eventually! Be very afraid!!!

We all know the old story of the angel and the demon, the witch and the witch hunter... In short, I ruined everything. The antichrist lived most of his life in the nineteenth century, madame Tracy has become a charming man, the world is saved by some depressed teenager and the ghost of Oscar Wilde, and the main villains are Aziraphale and Crowley. And I aggressively advertise my book in every chapter. And HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ETHAN!!!🍾🥂