(internal) "Should I have shaved this morning? Will people think I'm lazy, a bum, or just a rock musician? It's so hard to tell these days."
"This marble finish looks pretty good. Should I get this on my kitchen counters or go for the more traditional wood? Choices choices..."
The microphone was made of sweet sweet candy.
Program Board - dinosaur mode.
The glasses weren't to block the sun, but to prevent further drumstick initiated eye trauma.
Program Board - staring mode.
Just don't call him Mr.Tambourine Man. He really hates that.
The crowd - before caffeine was served.
Out of State singing in perfect harmony. Of course, it was a Milli Vanilli song, but nobody is perfect.
Guy with orange braids: Some FREAK over there is taking my picture!
Having captured the audience in his reflective glasses, the lead singer made for the exit, hoping they wouldn't figure out how to escape before he got the ransom.
Everyone acted as if they were on a rocking lifeboat, completely unprompted.
"Well, if it's not real butter, what is it then? And, when I find out, will I be able to believe it?"
Kayliegh power walks across the field.
The male riders were kept entertained by a small tv tuned to ESPN, glued to the back of the bull.