Swornim Subedi was sitting in the green room, counting down the number of performances until it'd be her turn. Gaciadia had just finished meaning that Kishrael was next. A huge roar of applause rocked the green room - Kishrael was always going to be a hard act to follow.
This was the first time Chameliya Television had been approved by the WorldVision committee and so Swornim had been ordered to write something memorable, something that would stand out and make an impression. As a result, the song wasn't obviously Chameliyali (Chameliyali music was famously niche) and it was also not a dance anthem which seemed to be the WorldVision standard. Swornim was beginning to wonder about whether she had made the write decision as one of the crew strode towards her signalling the way to the stage.
Swornim was stood at the end of the catwalk wearing a leather dress and leather jacket. A large curtain was hung around the stage, hiding it away. The lights focussed on Swornim glowing a warm shade of blue as the song began to start. The cameras were close-up allowing Swornim to give them flirtatious glances with her big eyes.
You promised, you’d be my partner in crime
Not mere pranksters, we’re seeking something sublime
The cameras cut to the side, showing Swornim's profile outlined by the azure spotlights and the audience waving flags in the background. Swornim holds the mic stand and sways it about.
Better watch out, better watch out
We’re not kids now, we’re not kids now
Don’t think it’s right, don’t think it’s right?
Well then fuck you, ‘cos we’ll take it
The camera cuts back to to show Swornim from the front who is writhing round the mic stand and glaring into the cameras with sultry eyes.
They’ll say it’s just childish hedonism and
We’re naïve; time to accept realism
But we won’t listen
The lights begin to glow orange as the song begins to ramp up. Swornim stretches her hands out into the air, swaying in time to the music.
We’re coming out; don’t think it’s the last time
Comply whilst we all get our kicks and you’ll be fine
And you’ll be fine
Swornim stops swaying to catch her breath as the music slows down a little. The crowd are breathless anticipating the chorus,
We’ve had a taste of what life’s got
And we like it, oh we like it
We want some more, we want some more
We’re excited, senses heightened
The cameras focus close in right up to Swornim's face, she flashes them a mischievous grin, knowing what's about to happen. Behind her, a line of figures carrying mysterious objects can be seen approaching up the catwalk, however the lights keep off them.
They’ll say it’s just childish hedonism and
We’re naïve; time to accept realism
But we won’t stop ‘cos
We’re just getting started and this might be our last time so
A burst of pyrotechnics along the catwalk lights up the figures as golden spotlights are shone onto them revealing them to be trumpet and trombone players, blasting out every note. At the end of the catwalk Swornim is dancing manically, her eyes wild.
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh, we’re so excited
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh, all our senses heightened
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh, we’ll keep on fighting
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh, hoping, praying for one more time
The camera cuts between shots of the brass players and Swornim giving the performance of her lifetime.
Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da da da da da da
The lights fade to blue as Swornim yanks her mic out of its stand and walks down the catwalk to meet the line of brass players.
Call it a vice though it may well be nice
And you’re pursing your lips into a smile
Don’t care for advice ‘cos we never think twice
So come on aboard for a trial
Swornim teases the brass players as she walks struts amongst them, leisurely running her fingers over their chests and cheeks.
We’ll never kiss, so, we’ll never tell, so,
You can feel free to join our fold
Stop hesitating, what are you waiting for
‘Cos we won’t hold back like we did before
The lights return to their orange glow as the song picks up again and Swornim begins to dance in and out of the brass players the last distance towards the curtained stage.
You promised, you’d be my partner in crime
That’s right so, buckle down make sure it’s good for one last time
Oh, oh, oh
She pauses to lean down and sing towards the audience who are reaching out to her.
We’ve had a taste of what life’s got
And we like it, oh we like it
We want some more, we want some more
We’re excited, senses heightened
Standing now at the end of the catwalk, Swornim takes hold of part of the curtain and sings into the camera that has followed her down the stage.
They’ll say it’s just childish hedonism and
We’re naïve; time to accept realism
But we won’t stop ‘cos
We’re just getting started and this might be our last time so
With yet another burst of pyrotechnics, Swornim pulls down the curtain to reveal a host of cancan dancers standing on a rotating pyramid dancing and waving Chameliyali flags. The crowd goes wild.
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh, we’re so excited
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh, all our senses heightened
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh, we’ll keep on fighting
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh, dancing all the way through the night-time
Swornim climbs to the top of the pyramid and resumes her frenzied jig. The cameras keep switching from shots of the brass players lined up on the catwalk to the flowing fabric of the cancan dancers' dresses to Swornim herself whirling like a dervish. Confetti is falling and the crowd is going into overdrive.
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh, we’re so excited
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh, our senses, senses, senses heightened
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh, we’ll keep on fighting
Uh uh uh uh oh oh oh oh oh, hoping, praying, singing, crying, laughing, dancing for one last time
With a final burst of fireworks, Swornim screams, 'THANK YOU!' into the cheering crowd. Chameliya had made its debut, Swornim had done her job.