‘“So, we’re gathered this day to join in frivolity and joyfulness. To don the tutu of happiness and the socks of light feet so we may dance the dance of enlightenment and happiness. Let the bareheaded feather bearers bring light and love into your dark souls,”’ That’s all we got so far,” said the muses. “How’re we doing?”
“That’s a little strange. Who’s your audience?”
I got synchronized confused and disdainful looks from four white balding, big bellied, tutu wearing, white socked muses. ‘ disdainful look from four white balding, big bellied, tutu wearing, white socked muses.
“Our what? You are, dumbass. Besides, you’ve only got twelve subscribers anyway. Does it matter much?” It was weird when they spoke in unison like that. They had a soft reverb in their collective voice, kind of like purring. I wanted to hear more. I liked the sound of their nonsense.
“We wear the slippery socks of solace and solidarity.” These guys were champion chanters. “How was that?”
“Very slick, I’m impressed with your work, yet have no idea why you’re here. Enlighten me guys.”
Their bald heads shimmered and their teeth all glowed. The feathers on their foreheads all stood at attention and their tutus flared. Their socks were whiter than ever.
“We’re your cheering section, sent from Zeus to make you smile.” They were still purring. Was that what Mongolian throat singing was supposed to sound like?
“This just got real weird. Go home and tell Zeus he’s a hoot and a half and I’ll cherish this hysterical moment forever.”
Devonne Brown 
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