They would like me to remind viewers that they are dancers first, monsters second. They aren't just some monsters pulled off the street to shake around.
The monster dancers take up residence on a stage near the middle of the field.
The before picture. The after picture is too mangled to show on a family friendly site.
"Yes, it's true. Someone stole your pants."
The crowd gets excited. I hear that's a nice feeling.
"I'm not crowd surfing! I just have really long legs."
The mohawk judges me.
The entire band contemplates that name for a song. Result? Not bad.
"Maybe I can sing a song about how my band keeps twisting my words. I like to call it 'The Verbal Knife You Twist'."
"I like bears. Especially Yogi the Bear."
"I'm just gonna press some buttons. Bare with me."
"Haha. Tech failure."
"Guys, how do you reset a drum machine? Is it Ctrl-Alt-Del?"
"That kiss hit me in the nostril. It was kinda gross."