"Guess I best be gettin' this show startin'." Jackie proclaimed as he stood from the crowd in a bit of an inebriated enthusiasm. His cane just as eager by his side as he slowly staggered up to the stage: the music dying down in preparation for a change of pace. As he made his way to center stage he motioned kindly to the DJ booth. "Hmmn. 'Bout you swing a nice one my way, love." He cooed in a thick slurr as his beautiful, yet masked, cohort appeared from a void behind the DJ booth. Simply dropping the record with an amused huff.
The song, "There's A Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey" by Panic At The Disco, was of a pleasant surprise to Jackie as he laughed and jumped into an excited walk with the intro. "You got it, love!" His trot following the building intro as he took a hat from the crowd he was soon to pass: placing it upon his head as he twirled his cane in this building energy. "I'm wrecking this evening already, and loving every minute of it!" He eagerly sang along as the beat began to change the drums kicking in as he slid to the center. "Haven't you heard!? I'm the new cancer!"
He laughed as his arms flung and his legs kicked. His body turning as the cane was flung and spun with his every rapid shift and turn with the music. His sloppy, staggering, motions only complimenting the heavy, dropping, beats of the rhythms as he sung the chorus with each chance he got. Ending with a final, "Haven't you heard..? I'm the new cancer..?" As his body spun. His cane shifting into a scythe as to form a diet partner to help balance and finish his spin into one final, leaning, descent. The scythe reforming into a cane once more leaving him into a bow of sorts before he staggered, off stage. "That's how it's done."
((MIND YOU I CAN'T DANCE))