

One more song! One more song!
That's what the people always scream!
I come back out,
arms up high, living out the dream!
Encore!
Encore!
They can't get enough of me!
I am the moment,
I am the night,
I am everything they came to see!
Encore!
Encore!
One more song for you!
(ooh-yeah) Encore!
Encore!
I'll give you everything I've got,
it's true!
I can hear you all chanting my name,
I can hear the whole ROOM—
that's actually just a fan.
The oscillating kind. It makes a sound like chanting if you really
want it to.
there's nobody actually out there.
There hasn't been in a while.
I do the encore into the fan anyway because it's easier than
sitting with silence.
(sob) I've started giving the fan a name.
It's Brenda.
Brenda's a great audience.
Brenda never leaves early,
Brenda never talks during the ballads.
Brenda doesn't clap,
obviously, she's a fan,
but I FEEL the energy,
you know?
I feel like she gets it,
she gets ME.
Encore for nobody.
Encore for Brenda, I guess.
Brenda deserves better liner notes than this but she's getting them anyway,
she's getting a whole verse.
Encore...
encore... thank you, Brenda...
goodnight, Brenda...
Brenda?
BRENDA?