"We've had a brief request for a slower song. I'd say break out your lighters but Shizuru would just say our insurance would go up. So
everyone, break out your auras, we've got a slow one. Marcus and Lora'Lai bring you Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft." The spotlight
hit the two khelds "sitting" in Nova Form in the centre of the stage. Their auras mingling beautifully under the spot lights. [/url][url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yBAri8ErKGo]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yBAri8ErKGo (starts
@1:13)
The birdsong and synthesizer started and then a lovely soft feminine voice came through:
In your mind you have abilities you know
To telepath messages through the vast unknown
Please close your eyes and concentrate
With every thought you think
Upon the recitation we're about to sing
The two khelds harmonized out:
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft
A small giggle went through the audience. Even from the Rikti Traditionalists who had decided to stay for a little while longer.
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft
You've been observing our earth
And we'd like to make a contact with you
We are your friends
Whoever said Khelds couldn't dance in Nova form was WRONG! The aerial ballet was beautiful. It was even more beautiful when some of the other Khelds
in The Legendary joined in.
The cheers and laughter were loud. Lora'Lai made a note to add more cloth and sound dampening materials to the club next time renovations were
needed.
They exited stage left and the lights went out, except for a single spotlight in the middle of the "stage" area. Mag's voice came over the
sound system. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to The Moulin Rouge!" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Mp115afFIA
Four forms were backlit so you could only see basic body types. Three were about the same height, one was slightly shorter. They're bodies moved
slowly to the beat as they began snapping their fingers.
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista
Meredith Mac Hine strutted forward, as some lights came up. She wore what could only be described as a modified Carnival costume - a black leather bustier,
SHORT shorts in red silk, thigh high black stockings, stilettos, and a riding crop in one hand. Her short read hair was styled in such a way to cover the scar
on her cheek.
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Jo, you wanna give it a go?" Oh! uh huh
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (Hey hey hey)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here)
Mocha Chocalata ya ya (oh yea)
Creole lady Marmalade
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
Margaret Mac Hine strutted forward as Meredith stepped back to join her sisters in the shadows. She wore a green sequined bikini top, SHORT short in black
silk, stiletto shoes and black fishnet stockings that accentuated the length of her legs. Her long hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders.
He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
Boy drank all that Magnolia wine
All her black satin sheets, suede's, dark greens
yeah
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da-da-da)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here ohooh yea yeah)
Mocha Choca lata ya ya (yea)
Creole lady Marmalade
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir, what what what)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
Marianne Mac Hine strutted out of the shadows. Her black silk bikini topped sparkled with matching sequins. Her matching black silk SHORT shorts with
silver accents jingled softly as her hips shimmied and a soft creek came from her black leather thigh high boots. Her long hair was tied up into a soft do
that accentuated the shape of her face.
He come through with the money and the garter bags
I let him know we bout that cake straight up the gate uh
We independent women, some mistake us for whores
I'm sayin', why spend mine when I can spend yours
Disagree? Well that's you and I'm sorry
Imma keep playing these cats out like Atari
Wear ideal shoes get love from the dudes
4 bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge
hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough sistas
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
bottle case the meaning of expensive taste
if you wanna Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya
Mocha Chocalate-a what?
Real Lady Marmalade
One more time C'mon now
The three elder Mac Hine sisters stood and shimmied together, blocking the view of their fourth as the volume and tempo of the song increased.
Marmalade... Lady Marmalade... Marmalade...
Minuet Mac Hine pushed through her sisters and strutted her stuff across the stage. She wore a gold bikini top - that accentuated very nicely what her recent
pregnancy had endowed her with - and the matching gold SHORT shorts, thigh high gold fishnet stockings and gold stiletto lace up boots. For once, her hair was
down and curled slightly to give it some bounce.
Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth
color of cafe au lait alright
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried,
More-more-more
The four sisters shimmied and gyrated and strutted across the stage together as they sang:
Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5
Sleepin' the grey flannel life
But when he turns off to sleep memories creep,
More-more-more
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da daeaea yea)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (ooh)
Mocha Choca lata ya ya (yea)
Creole lady Marmalade
They started off the stage and strutted their way across the floor towards the back of the room. Winking or sliding their hands over whoever happened to be
standing next to where they were walking, still singing as they went; taking in the wonderfully stunned expressions of their team mates.
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi '(all my sistas yea)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi (C'Mon! uh)
They all struck a pose as Mag and Katy Kaboom hit them with a spot light at the back of the room.
Creole Lady Marmalade Yes-ah......
everyone, break out your auras, we've got a slow one. Marcus and Lora'Lai bring you Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft." The spotlight
hit the two khelds "sitting" in Nova Form in the centre of the stage. Their auras mingling beautifully under the spot lights. [/url][url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yBAri8ErKGo]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yBAri8ErKGo (starts
@1:13)
The birdsong and synthesizer started and then a lovely soft feminine voice came through:
In your mind you have abilities you know
To telepath messages through the vast unknown
Please close your eyes and concentrate
With every thought you think
Upon the recitation we're about to sing
The two khelds harmonized out:
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft
A small giggle went through the audience. Even from the Rikti Traditionalists who had decided to stay for a little while longer.
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary, most extraordinary craft
You've been observing our earth
And we'd like to make a contact with you
We are your friends
Whoever said Khelds couldn't dance in Nova form was WRONG! The aerial ballet was beautiful. It was even more beautiful when some of the other Khelds
in The Legendary joined in.
The cheers and laughter were loud. Lora'Lai made a note to add more cloth and sound dampening materials to the club next time renovations were
needed.
They exited stage left and the lights went out, except for a single spotlight in the middle of the "stage" area. Mag's voice came over the
sound system. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to The Moulin Rouge!" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Mp115afFIA
Four forms were backlit so you could only see basic body types. Three were about the same height, one was slightly shorter. They're bodies moved
slowly to the beat as they began snapping their fingers.
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista
Meredith Mac Hine strutted forward, as some lights came up. She wore what could only be described as a modified Carnival costume - a black leather bustier,
SHORT shorts in red silk, thigh high black stockings, stilettos, and a riding crop in one hand. Her short read hair was styled in such a way to cover the scar
on her cheek.
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said, "Hello, hey Jo, you wanna give it a go?" Oh! uh huh
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (Hey hey hey)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here)
Mocha Chocalata ya ya (oh yea)
Creole lady Marmalade
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
Margaret Mac Hine strutted forward as Meredith stepped back to join her sisters in the shadows. She wore a green sequined bikini top, SHORT short in black
silk, stiletto shoes and black fishnet stockings that accentuated the length of her legs. Her long hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders.
He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
Boy drank all that Magnolia wine
All her black satin sheets, suede's, dark greens
yeah
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da-da-da)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here ohooh yea yeah)
Mocha Choca lata ya ya (yea)
Creole lady Marmalade
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir, what what what)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
Marianne Mac Hine strutted out of the shadows. Her black silk bikini topped sparkled with matching sequins. Her matching black silk SHORT shorts with
silver accents jingled softly as her hips shimmied and a soft creek came from her black leather thigh high boots. Her long hair was tied up into a soft do
that accentuated the shape of her face.
He come through with the money and the garter bags
I let him know we bout that cake straight up the gate uh
We independent women, some mistake us for whores
I'm sayin', why spend mine when I can spend yours
Disagree? Well that's you and I'm sorry
Imma keep playing these cats out like Atari
Wear ideal shoes get love from the dudes
4 bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge
hey sistas, soul sistas, betta get that dough sistas
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
bottle case the meaning of expensive taste
if you wanna Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya
Mocha Chocalate-a what?
Real Lady Marmalade
One more time C'mon now
The three elder Mac Hine sisters stood and shimmied together, blocking the view of their fourth as the volume and tempo of the song increased.
Marmalade... Lady Marmalade... Marmalade...
Minuet Mac Hine pushed through her sisters and strutted her stuff across the stage. She wore a gold bikini top - that accentuated very nicely what her recent
pregnancy had endowed her with - and the matching gold SHORT shorts, thigh high gold fishnet stockings and gold stiletto lace up boots. For once, her hair was
down and curled slightly to give it some bounce.
Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth
color of cafe au lait alright
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried,
More-more-more
The four sisters shimmied and gyrated and strutted across the stage together as they sang:
Now he's back home doin' 9 to 5
Sleepin' the grey flannel life
But when he turns off to sleep memories creep,
More-more-more
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (da daeaea yea)
Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (ooh)
Mocha Choca lata ya ya (yea)
Creole lady Marmalade
They started off the stage and strutted their way across the floor towards the back of the room. Winking or sliding their hands over whoever happened to be
standing next to where they were walking, still singing as they went; taking in the wonderfully stunned expressions of their team mates.
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi '(all my sistas yea)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez vous coucher avec moi (C'Mon! uh)
They all struck a pose as Mag and Katy Kaboom hit them with a spot light at the back of the room.
Creole Lady Marmalade Yes-ah......