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.]

Comments

Re: Nadia Santos

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia came onto the stage with no fanfare whatsoever and stepped up to the mike, striking a chord on the guitar, then went right into the song.

It's not hard to reach back to the day
underneath an Iowa sun.
running to the tower of Waterloo, looking
for the Sullivan train to come.
His five boys would run to the top and
salute him as he went bye.
First we'd wave hello.
Then we'd wave goodbye.

It's not hard to reach back to the days
after the attack on Pearl.
Overnight my buddies turned into men,
running out of time for games and girls.
The Sullivan boys were not overlooked
Uncle Sam calling each by name.
The very next day they left on a mystery
train.

Say goodbye, bye, bye, Mrs. Sullivan
don't you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry.
"We regret to inform you
the Navy has taken your sons away."
So put your blue star in the window.

It's not hard to reach back to her smile,
when she received the letter.
The letters, they sounded generally the
same, said: "If they coudn't
be home, at least they were together on a
mighty fighting battleship,
somewhere in the south pacific."
The letters never got much more specific.

Say goodbye, bye, bye, mrs sullivan
dont you cry, cry, cry, cry, cry.
"we regret to infrom you
the Navy is keeping your sons away."
All five, five, five, five.
So keep your blue star in the window.

It's not hard to reach back to the day
when the war finally came home.
Uncle Sam will send you a telegram, so he
doesnt have to tell you over the phone.
I heard she cracked up, when they found
out what the war had cost,
and all five of her boys were lost,
They were, they were. . . Oh,

Say goodbye, bye, bye Mrs Sullivan
go ahead and cry, cry, cry, cry, cry,
"We regret to inform you that all your sons
have passed away."
All five, five, five, five,
So change your blue star to gold.
Blue star to gold,
Blue stars,
Change them to gold.