[sblock=Velmont, Semabin, Deos]While sitting around chit-chatting with the others while waiting for the rest to finish, Octavio starts thinking to himself.
"You know what, Octavio dear boy? You never got to do your other song from the performance competition. Look around you, you've got your very own little captive audience. We can't see anything due to the hedges, and there's not much to talk about while we wait. Let's show 'em what we've got."
Octavio pulls a banjo out of his backpack and begins playing a slow, mournful tune. He then begins to sing:
[sblock=Song]Momma, hey momma, come lookin' for me
I'm here in the meadow by the red maple tree
Momma, hey momma, look sharp, here I be
Hey, hey, momma look sharp
Them soldiers, they fired. Oh ma, did we run
But then we turned round and the battle begun
Then I went under, oh ma, am I done?
Hey, hey, momma look sharp
My eyes are wide open, my face to the sky
Is that you I'm hearin' in the tall grass nearby?
Momma come find me before I do die
Hey, hey, momma look sharp
I'll close your eyes, my Billy
Them eyes that cannot see
And I'll bury you, my Billy
Beneath the maple tree
And never again will you whisper to me
Hey, hey, momma look sharp[/sblock]
Perform=10
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