Talent Show, Fandom High Auditorium, Friday Afternoon, 07.07.06

[bluth-illusions.livejournal.com]

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: The Andrews Sisters

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

As the "bungs" concluded, the spotlight moved to another very shy girl

"Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream," she sang, bringing folded hands to the side of her face as if she were sleeping.
"Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him the word that I'm not a rover," she shook one finger "no."
"Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over.
Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream," she said, tilting her head with a pleading look.

The spotlight moved off her as the "bungs" returned.

Re: The Andrews Sisters

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

As second set of bung's concluded, the first girl returns to the spotlight, her eyes twinkling and her smile set primly and properly.

"Mr. Sandman," she sings demurely, looking left and right for her sandman.
"Yessssssssss?" comes a deep voice from behind her.
"Bring us a dream,"
"Give him a pair of eyes with a “come-hither” gleam," she sings, staring out at the audience in what she hoped was a come hiter gleam. It might just been scary.
"Give him a lonely heart like Piggly Wiggly, she sings because that name's hard.
"And lots of wavy hair like Liberace," she flips her hair towards the audience.
"Mr Sandman, someone to hold (someone to hold)," she says and hugs her fellow sisters.
"Would be so peachy before we're too old
So please turn on your magic beam, she sings and...doesn't do anything because kinda dirty!
"Mr Sandman, bring us, please, please, please
Mr Sandman, bring us a dream.

As the "bungs" swell back up, she fades into the background, batting her eyelashes and smiling like the prom queen.