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: Joxer

[joxertehmighty.livejournal.com]

Joxer walked onto the stage, and laughed. "Sorry, Mister GOB. You're the one who's a lyre, since I'm actually playing a lute." He paused. "My lyre was all out of tune, so you'll have to settle for this." He cleared his throat, and sang.

Joxer the Mighty,
Master of virility,
Every woman wants him,
He's so sexy it's a sin,
If you want a special tryst,
He's the man you can't resist,
By every measure he's a prize!
Just check out my shoe size!
Just check out my shoe size!
A-Ha!

And then, Joxer goes into a wailing lute solo. Well, as much as one can wail on a lute. And as much as Joxer's mediocre musical talents alow.

"Second verse, not the same as the first!"

Joxer the Mighty,
Capain of debauchery
Never seems to get enough,
Of their tantalizing stuff
If you need some company,
With Joxer there's a guarantee,
Of the highest potency!
He's Joxer, Joxer the Mighty!

He ended with a flourish and a bow.

"Thank you, Thank you."