Humiliation.

'Is going to be terrible.'
'It might not be that bad.'
'No, you can be sure it weel be bad.'
'Look darling, nobody takes these thing seriously anymore.'
'No?'
'No.'
We stop to look at the paper once more.
'OH Dios mio LOOK DE BROTHER.'
'Okay, the wig and guitar are a bit much. Hey! It says here the backing singers actually lift him up in the end.'
'But why he has to bring hees mother in a wig? And the other stupid one in the jumper. Why?'
'It's all part of the act.'
'Is too much.'
'At least you're not sending pirates.'
' Tut. Baila el ChikiChiki, estupid bastard, we are 'umiliate.'
'Darling, for fuck's sake shut up, we're sending a turkey puppet to represent us.'
'Hmm, dat is true.'
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