The MG Band

I had never even seen a shooting star before. 25 years of rotations, passes through comets' paths, and travel, and to my memory I had never witnessed burning debris scratch across the night sky. The MG Band were hunched over their instruments. Lady Gaga's Teeth slowly beat on a grand piano, singing, eyes closed, into his microphone like he was trying to kiss around a big nose. His cat tapped patiently on a double bass, waiting for his cue. White pearls of arena light swam over their faces.