[ "As we rehearsed!" Keith reminds the crew gently. He's gotten soft on them since the last festivals and performances. One would almost think he wants to treat them like people.
He steps onto a dark stage. ]
A young lady once told me she refused to steal the spotlight away from her own band by singing. When I received her name for this event, I thought... surely, it must be fate. I was introduced to her for a reason.
Please, if you will, heed the advice of a humble manipulator of currents.
[ Lights above the crowd intensify a little, although a soft glow keeps Keith illuminated just enough to look nice on camera. Because you can't really do a show without making sure it's camera-ready.
He adjusts the stage microphone and plays eerie, barely-there notes on his trusty theremin, preferring to render a version of the song with some noise instead of completely a capella. ]
Mayflies are buzzing Dizzy, tumbling through the sky Blown through fleeting lives And then quiet We beg you for an encore While you stand tall upon the stage floor Please, don't you hide behind the scenes Please, don't you hide behind the scenes
[ Lights above the audience soften and change color -- green like her hair, yellow like Genos's eyes. ]
Oh, Ms. Kido Take the fly's advice A strong wind is blowing, calling change You are no crashing system Please don't you stay hidden You're shining in our eyes and on the stage You shine in his eyes and on the stage You shine in his eyes and on the stage
[ and he'll fade dramatically into the shadows of backstage as the lights all dim again. ]
Keith Goodman ☆ Mayfly in the Morning for Kido
He steps onto a dark stage. ]
A young lady once told me she refused to steal the spotlight away from her own band by singing. When I received her name for this event, I thought... surely, it must be fate. I was introduced to her for a reason.
Please, if you will, heed the advice of a humble manipulator of currents.
[ Lights above the crowd intensify a little, although a soft glow keeps Keith illuminated just enough to look nice on camera. Because you can't really do a show without making sure it's camera-ready.
He adjusts the stage microphone and plays eerie, barely-there notes on his trusty theremin, preferring to render a version of the song with some noise instead of completely a capella. ]
Mayflies are buzzing
Dizzy, tumbling through the sky
Blown through fleeting lives
And then quiet
We beg you for an encore
While you stand tall upon the stage floor
Please, don't you hide behind the scenes
Please, don't you hide behind the scenes
[ Lights above the audience soften and change color -- green like her hair, yellow like Genos's eyes. ]
Oh, Ms. Kido
Take the fly's advice
A strong wind is blowing, calling change
You are no crashing system
Please don't you stay hidden
You're shining in our eyes and on the stage
You shine in his eyes and on the stage
You shine in his eyes and on the stage
[ and he'll fade dramatically into the shadows of backstage as the lights all dim again. ]