09-MAY I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH？

MAY I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH? "Don't worry, big brother," my sister reassured me as we headed back to the office. Just then, a strange mouse approached us. "Are you Geronimo Stilton? May I have your autograph?" he asked. "It's for my nephew. We're going to your show tonight. I love the dance numbers. Where do you get those moves? You're hilarious!" My jaw hit the ground, Dance moves? What was he talking about? At that moment, I noticed a poster stuck up on the side of a building. Was it? Could it be? Holey cheese! It was! Yes, it was a picture of me!

Geronimo Stilton Live Onstage! the poster read. I didn't know what to make of it. I'm not an entertainer. I'm not even good at public squeaking! At that moment, my sister tapped me on the shoulder. "I think I may have figured out how to solve your problem," she said. "How?" I asked. "Tonight we're going to the theater," she announced. I scratched my head. I love the theater, but I wasn't really in the mood for it tonight. Besides, how would that solve my problem? "You have tickets to a show?" I asked. "Is it a musical? Is it a comedy?" "No, you nincompoop! We're going to see your show!" Thea screeched. "Geronimo Stilton Live Onstage!"

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