Talent?!?

My performance in the office talent show went off brilliantly. Decked out in white like a soda jerk or milk man I belted out "Psycho Caller", a clever riff on the legendary "Psycho Killer" with Joe Vip and Andy Hochworter strumming along Stop Making Sense style. My sublte yet thoroughly relevant lyrical changes went over perfectly, I didn't freeze up or shit myself, and my spastic dance moves at the end got much applause. I didn't win the talent show (Leo won with his subtle yet effective Johnny Cash- he'll have to be absent for next year's edition...), but it got me off the phone a tremendous amount (so much that I fear I might actually plummet back to reality), and it was fun.