Talent Show, Fandom High Auditorium, Friday Afternoon, 07.07.06

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The all too familiar opening chords of Europe's The Final Countdown sounded and after a short delay for dramatic effect, GOB danced out onto the auditorium stage. He pulled blue and gold handkerchief chains out of both sleeves (which was difficult with a hand still in a cast) until the chains clearly met in the middle underneath his shirt. A large burst of smoke appeared on stage and when it cleared, the handkerchiefs had turned into two cages of doves. One of the doves fell over in the cage, choking on the smoke.

Over the next couple minutes he disappeared cards, linked and unlinked rings, and made his cast say "GO GREMLINS." It was slightly more impressive than should normally be expected from GOB.

When the music wound down, GOB stepped up to the microphone. "Welcome, ladies, gentlemen, and others. Today you will witness the finest example of amateur talent you have ever seen. Unless they suck. If they suck, you should make sure they know they suck. Not just today. Boo them this weekend, too. They'll deserve it for making me a liar."

"Anyway, let's hear it for today's acts!"

[OOC: Wait for OCD is up. Performers, please post in the thread named after you. Mod the Caritas Zombie Band at will. Audience, please stick to the Audience threads. And please don't react until the performer has performed. Everyone can post in the Talk to the Talent thread at the end.]

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Re: Charlie Kawalsky

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Kawalsky walked out on stage wearing a Yankees uniform. His arm was still in a cast (as seemed to be the fashion these days), but waved to the crowd and then nodded to the zombie band to start up. "Folks, I'd like to thank you all for coming, and for ignoring Coach Bluth's Yankee-bashing. The man can do a decent magic act, but wouldn't know a good baseball team if they sat on him. You all know the words to this ol' classic, so feel free to join in!"

He started juggling three baseballs and began to sing.

"Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd;
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I never get back.
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win, it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the old ball game.

One more time, folks!

Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd;
Buy me some peanuts and Cracker Jack,
I don't care if I never get back.
Let me root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win, it's a shame.
For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,
At the ooooold baaaaall gaaaaame!"

He caught the last ball as the music reached the conclusion, took a bow and waved. "Thanks everybody, you've been a great audience!"