Your call – but I’m envisioning some kind of segue with plnnr in his leather jock, so you may not want to be too overdressed. I did notice some nice chartreuse feather boas the last time I was in Wardrobe…
Hmmm … sequined bras and undies or just three sequins apiece? I can’t decide. Maybe the casting directors should make that call.
No no no no no! Lots of sequins - I want lots of sequins. Sparkly and shiny in the spotlight. Whether you have them sewn to your clothes or glued to your skin is your call, but I want sequins! Many a flubbed lyric or missed dance step or mistimed punch line can be disguised with sequins!
Amateurs, the lot of them!!! Sheesh… I’ll be in my trailer meditating.
That sttles it then. I will produce a gigantic, sequin-covered elephant as my finale for my magic act.
Shall I put sequins on my pointe shoes? I wonder if they make pink sequins… You know twickster, if we can find a song writer and some guitarists or something, we could have a dance called SEQUINS! And we can have sequin guitars. Oh this will be great. With all these shinny sequins, should we sell sunglasses at the door, so we don’t get sued from blindness? I think I have some old pok’emon glasses. If we all pitch in, we can raise lots of money for the cast party.
Well, I am still ThePerfectChild at heart, however I have to be a rebel and seperate from my darling mother and become an idvidual. I’m a teenager frecryinoutloud! I have to make the lives of others just a bit more complicated!! 
heh heh heh But of course, my dear friend, none of this takes away from my ever-lasting perfection!
Tentacle Monster stares at his right hand
Nope, no wedding ring there. Wait, maybe I lost it up my nose?
inserts index finger up to first knuckle in left nostril, then right
Mmm, nope, maybe it’s too far up.
- finds a wire hanger, unbends it, then bends a small hook in the end*
Mmm… oooh… oh jesus, I think I touched sinus there. Not up there.
Oh wait. I’m not married. In fact, I’ve been single for about two years now.
stares at his right hand again
You are a filthy whore.
Yes. I also juggle armadillos, if you’re still looking for someone…
Mind you, its one armadillo, and its more of a catch it once or twice, but eh…
[diva]
Somebody call my agent, right this second! flamingbananas is trying to steal my spot closing the show! I am NOT going to stand for this abuse! I am a big star, dammit! A big star!
[/diva]
At last! someone who shares my artistic vision!
I’m glad to see everyone’s getting into the spirit of sequins. But I’m going to say right here, right now that I will not tolerate cast bickering. rockle and flamingbananas, you two will work out your differences or you’ll be assigned to sweep up sequins after the show. Includling the matinees!! Have I made myself perfectly clear?!?
Incidentally, twicks, we have made it a condition of perfomance that animal acts must clean up after themselves, right? If we have to hire a pooper-scooper, that’ll cut into the cast party fund, and we can’t have that!
All right then, have we any tenors? I looooove to listen to good tenors sing.
Wha??? What did I do??? I was getting into the spirit of sequins, I wasn’t trying copy someone! I AM NOT a copier! I am a STAR!
I am an expert at the ancient Maori dance of Poi (ie flaming balls of fire attached to chains)
Can we fit this in anywhere?
alterego, as long as you don’t do your act to the tune of Great balls of Fire, you’re hired!
[whine]
Can I have sequins on my fire extinguisher? Everybody else has sequins! The flaming batons have sequins! Maybe the Maori Poi chains too! Why not me?
[/whine]
There, there, rjk – go over there to the Bin o’ Sequins and help yourself…
…and why don’t you add some to your nice fireman hat at the same time? Oops, don’t feed them to the Dalmatian…
Yeah - we don’t need sparkly dalmatian poopies…
I think you’re going to need a way to introduce the acts. Think of the easel on a Vaudeville stage with the show cards announcing each act.
Now replace that easel with me, The Monkey Boy, carrying the cards across the stage sort of like the showgirls at a Vegas boxing bout. I’ll be doing my famed and well respected De-Evolution Walk. I start out walking like a normal human but within 20 feet am capering about like a gibbon, the arboreal ape of Southeast Asia. This material never fails to kill.
This stuff is so good, in fact, that you might want to space out my appearances (I work better when spaced out.)
Whaddya say?
MonkeyMensch, as long as you can keep from flinging feces, you’ve got a deal!
PTAH!! UGAH! PTAH! PPPT! ptt! Do you have any idea what it’s like in there? There are sequins infesting the wardrobe room! :eek: Look at my crest feathers!! Hey, I’m a guy cockatiel but this is carrying that whole male-of-a-species good looks way too far. :mad: And the last time I saw Tupug, she was wresting some cane poles out from under some pink sequined elephant that was non to happy. I can imagine…sticking all those little plastic things all over would pi$$ the hell out of me, too. Anyway, where the heck is my voice coach? I do get a voice coach, right. (cough, cough, hack, hack, ah hem)