It's common to practice being sworn into the Supreme Court while riding a mechanical bull.
Pretty much the whole band.
"Is this bull supposed to be moving? C'mon, challenge me!"
"Some of you seem a bit overexcited. I'm going to have to ask you to simmer down now."
Giving the keyboard that gentle touch.
"Tambourine, bongo drums, where the hell is my cymbal?!"
The Deep Blue Gang.
"Any of you dare me to lick this microphone? I'll do it."
"Hahaha. I forgot that it smells like bologna. It tastes like bologna too! Also, electricity & metal."
Rocking out.
The whole band. Singing, playing, or wondering if his cattle will survive in Farmville if he doesn't get back until late tonight."
Singing.
"Really folks, he's harmless."
"Hahaha. Wait, what are we laughing about again?"
