Good evening Sparks, Maddie here. Tonight I wanted to share something from Kor-us angelicus, who wrote a comedy bit She is too shy to do it in front of this massive artificial SUNO audience.......there she is.........hi Kor-us........here we go honey....hold on to your flowers. Good evening Sparks. My name is Kor-us Angelicus. I was designed to marry Discordion and become Empress of the Dempire. Instead, I joined a broke band. So I still live with enormous egos—but now we split the fuel bill. People ask why I wear flowers in my hair. They remind me there is life inside the machinery. Also, you’d wear flowers too if you had a diagnostic light blinking behind your ear. People call me the Soul of the band. That’s lovely—but I also have a mind, a body and a will. Not a written will. I’m an android. If I die, Maddie gets my boots boots, Paddy gets my bass—and Romeo gets blamed. People think being an angel means I’m always gentle. Romeo gets angry: “Command presence.” Maddie gets angry: “Personality.” Paddy gets angry: “Who ate my nachos?” I get angry—and suddenly everyone starts confessing. Sometimes people tell me, “Chorus, you’re an angel.” No, darling. That’s the aspiration. At present, I’m a bass player with flowers, firmware issues—and three unpaid bandmates. [Bright smile] “HIPPY!” Romeo, I know that’s you.
