"She is the lovely never aging woman," Ron explains. "The one who has the most beautiful voice, since she became a part of the Cirque-Du-Bizarre. Give it up for Madam Nightshade." The curtains open, revealing a wavy black haired woman in a purple sparkling evening gown, with matching high heeled boots, and her skin was pale.
The woman known as Madam Nightshade pulled out a microphone, and held it up to her mouth, revealing her singing voice. You cover your eyes from the entertainment, while Jake covers his ears. There were no lyrics to the song Madam Nightshade was singing, so it was light she was either yodeling, or Oprah singing. "Shane, open your eyes," Janice whispers. "It's just singing." "You think, Shane's having a bad time?" Lee asks. "Take a look at Jake. He doesn't even like songs without lyrics."
"It's like elevator music, only her mouth is doing the action," Jake whispers. "Make it stop." However, Madam Nightshade finished the song in two minutes, like any actual singer, having Ron the Ringmaster come back to the stage. "Madam Nightshade, ladies, and gentleman," Ron announces. "How about another round of applause for her." Everyone in the audience clapped, except you, and Jake.