Here's the halftime show. Somewhat talented guy, half what he thinks. A few nice tunes for the corporate world. They figure to burn this one out with the most best technology EVERRRRRR.
Narrator:
Soon to wear jock straps in designated booths choreographed just the way Mike Jackson likes it. Songs suck, must be 1-2 hit wonder guy.
Heads into nice tune ruined by dudes sporting jock straps, which I suppose represent masks. I don't listen to the lyrics & don't have to, their stage doesn't match the song either.
Nice little tune, been done maybe 80 times past, nothing remarkable. Ah, that didn't last, now the song sucks. Folks booths are changed, they just dance, boy this sucks.
Music got even worse, this sucks, WTF is that? Jockstrap heads back in their booths.
His BIG hit comes out. I admit, it's a nice tune, let's see how they ruin it. Violins, that's how, most aren't even playing & violin is supposed to be beautiful, not a sub-component of electronics covering for their shortages.
Ah shit they pulled people off the streets now, they're all jockstrap heads. Boy that drummer can play those drums. Shame the song sucks, now comes the electronic shit, **** this sucks, that tune sucks too but the jock straps seem to like it. Noisy as ****, best since nails on a chalkboard. Ah, fireworks, that will make up for it, what a horrible ending, the gadget heads cheer.