Daniel does a respectable bit of 'dancing', hands raised, side to side. Nothing that screams of wanting to recapture his youth, but he's playing along. No stage fright, even through the occasional laugh with his head ducked, incredulous at himself.
"Thank you, thank you," he still has the microphone, "I always knew in my heart I was destined to be a pop idol, and I'm here tonight in the Burlington Coat Factory, Vermont, to debut on this stage— yes, thank you,"
he is doing a bit, see, and this carries on for a minute as he walks as far away from the DJ as he can with the mic still plugged in, as said DJ participates gamely in the bit by trying to herd grandpa offstage, which he eventually does, after making a cartoonish bow.
Does not hop down, that would be pushing it. A normal retreat, passing the baton to whoever is after him, a young man agonizing between something by Johnny Cash and the siren song of Offspring's Pretty Fly for a White Guy.
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"Thank you, thank you," he still has the microphone, "I always knew in my heart I was destined to be a pop idol, and I'm here tonight in the Burlington Coat Factory, Vermont, to debut on this stage— yes, thank you,"
he is doing a bit, see, and this carries on for a minute as he walks as far away from the DJ as he can with the mic still plugged in, as said DJ participates gamely in the bit by trying to herd grandpa offstage, which he eventually does, after making a cartoonish bow.
Does not hop down, that would be pushing it. A normal retreat, passing the baton to whoever is after him, a young man agonizing between something by Johnny Cash and the siren song of Offspring's Pretty Fly for a White Guy.
When he returns—
"Never again."