The music swells as the number comes to an end with a soulful and sultry "I'm gonna kill you... you bastaaaaaaaard!"
As several other beachgoers-turned haremettes applaud, and you all take a bow, your captor starts rapidly fiddling with his phone and says "Well that attitude's not gonna get you anywhere... let's see what's up with these two while you shut your trap a while..."
You can't see the phone from on stage, but as he hasn't messed with any awareness settings, you'd guess he found a sentence like "twin Asian beauties back up a singing redhead straddling a mic stand on the front of the stage" and changed that to "side" because suddenly you're a good deal taller, and fully dressed with a shock of red hair blocking your view, and a metal rod tucked quite firmly between your thighs. A glance to your side shows two very confused Tammies feeling themselves up in shock for a moment, but falling into a smooth dance as the band kicks back up.
Suddenly, you find yourself compelled to belt out your thoughts in a very husky melody.
"Hey pal, I don't know you... but please give me a break. I don't know what what she did, but consider what's at stake-"
He pokes at the phone some more, and everyone on stage changes quite radically. The pianist and sax player who had been backing you up are now spinning turn tables, Tammy and her twin are breakdancers in matching dayglow booty shorts with big rimmed sunglasses and nothing else, while you seem to have some sort of body stocking and decidedly darker skin than you did a moment ago, and rather than a bulky stand between your legs, you're holding the mic in your left hand while uncontrollably fingering yourself with your right. Nevertheless, you continue in what now sounds more like a freestyle rap, punctuated with the occasional moan, starting by pointing towards Tammy... one of the Tammies anyway.
"Yo, I'm just foolin' with my wife today! We got two kids at home, and a third on the way! Aahhhh~"
"Your girl was cheatin'? Hey I understand! My shortie did the same, s'why we're here on the sand! Ohhhhhh YEAAAH!"
"So maybe- uuuuuuuuuhnnnn~~! -understand I'm in the same boat as you! With a chick and somebody she decided to screw!"
"You can turn us back- UUUUUUUUHHHNNN~~! And just punish your bitch." You point at the other, hoping you're guessing right. "I absolutely swear, we are not gonna snitch!"
You switch off the mic and bring it down towards your crotch, continuing to publicly masturbate against your will while the backup dancers you still can't tell apart do the worm to an instrumental.
As you look pleadingly at the guy with the phone, he makes a change, and once again, there's a sudden change in your perspective and body as you find yourself with your hands on your hips staring daggers at a backup dancer in a matching pose. Another quick shift, and it seems the two of you are extra pale, with torn jeans, heavy face paint, bright green hair, and your cartoonishly large breasts uncovered. Off to the other side of the stage is a woman in black leather with jet black hair and a guitar strapped on. Apparently this guy decided to switch to rock for this one, and swapped you back for the original singer. Unless now that was...