:::one of Skye's bus men walks up the steps to the stage and over to mic:::
Poom, Poom, Poom :::sound pours out of mic:::
Check, check, check :::Marley speaks into mic:::
Well, me fine lads and lasses, we be gettin' started soon. I'll be the Host for the Poetry Mic and introduce whoever be plannin' to read. I'll also be bussin' tables, so if no one's up there ta introduce ya, don't be shy, just go on up. Skye likes these kinds of things to be somewhat informal. If ye want to read and be a bit shy, tug on me shirt sleeve and let me know, and I'll be sure ta give ye a fine introduction.
:::Marley walks off stage via the back curtain, dressed in his finest: brown leather boots, dark green spacer togs, tucked into the boots, a white silk shirt (hand embroidered in white by Merry who has her eye on him), a brown leather belt (very dear, present from Skye), and a glistening dangle at his ear ~ gold ring with dangling green and brown Swarovski Crystals (another present from Skye that she made herself:::
