Samai's mind was still reeling from the event of the night, both the words of their 'guest' and the actions of her kinswoman. Truthfully, she only had half a mind around where she is.
Blinking once, she heard the words of the competition. Blinking twice, she absorbed them. By the fifth blink, the panic settled into a famliar corner of her heart, briefly. Well, this was going to be easy. And difficult. And simple. And complex.
The subject of her was simple. While she met a few people, no one like him. His hands. His lips. His pose on a horse. Oh how well he looked on Scirocco.
Organizing her thoughts was an abysmal failure. Putting words to her feelings was impossible... what rhymes with sickening sweetness of solitude with you? So, she decided to simplify. What did he like again? Ah yes. That... should do. Oh, this needs to be long... not just two lines. Suddenly, inspiration came from one of the Moto judges standing to the side. She recalled a traveling rhyme that the Moto would sing on their journeys. It was to pass the time.
She took a deep breath, and started.
"99 bottles of sake on the wall, 99 bottles of sake.
Take one down and pass it around, 98 bottles of sake on the wall.
98 bottles of sake on the wall, 98 bottles of sake.
Take one down and pass it around, 97 bottles of sake on the wall."
And on it went. The judges were bit a confused at first. Then bored. There was little variation, even if the singing itself wasn't worthy of clawing your ears out. Still, they listened out of respect. For a while.
"Ide-san, they are other participa-" tried one of the poor judges.
34 bottles of sake on the wall, 34 bottles of sake.
Take one down and pass it around, 33 bottles of sake on the wall."
His advice was sooned drowned in sake. Bottles.
"13 bottles of sake on the wall, 13 bottles of sake.
Take one down and pass it around, 12 bottles of sake on the wall.
14 bottles of sake on the wall, 14 bottles of sake.
Take one down and pass it around, 13 bottles of sake on the wall."
A slow panic started among those who weren't fondly recalling the singing of the fox. Thankfully, the course soon corrected itself, and for a while, the 12 bottles of sake were drowned in a collective sigh.
"No more bottles of sake on the wall, no more bottles of sake.
Go to the... stall?
THANK you Ide-san, please take a seat now. Now. There. Right now. Thankyou." Still unsure and a bit wobbly from fatigue, Samai bowed and left the stage.
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OOC:
This Song Goes Out To: Yasuki Tomonaga, +3 points
Every Rose Has Its Thorn:
Failure 0 Ballad Points, 0 Infamy
Every Night Has It's Dawn:
2 Ballad points#EpicFail?