I can laugh, I can cry, I can be the flying hero in the sky. I can dress up, I can be a clown, I can be scary, moody or happy next time around. You see me in the magazine and on TV and I get so many haters and that’s okay with me. I can be the devil, I can be a saint, I can do just about anything what you want me to be, and I still get paid. Who am I?
