Elton John looks through the bushes, everything completely silent around him. Nothing around except for green,green, and more green. He spies two, and decides on a plan. He moves a little closer, and snaps a twig or two. Out of nowhere, one of them fires an arrow at him. What outrage!
In a flash, Elton John bursts out of the bush, wielding the Guitar of America
Out of which, rainbows explode and set everything to sunshine mode. All of a sudden, John's crew pops up, drums rolling, guitars going, and Elton's own grand piano. As the tune of Crocodile Rock got louder and louder, none could keep their feet still, shocking, but bopping around, dancing spontaneously, as furiously as possible. Floating tubas appear out of thin air, followed by their musicians, violins and cellos rising out of the ground, with the people to play them. For another hour, all of the people danced, tirelessly, joyfully as the energizing fulfillment of Elton John filled their souls, and had them knowing that everything was all right.
At the exact moment when everyone felt content, and happy, there was a flash, and the Rock just died. The crew was gone, the instruments vanished. And off in the distance, if one were to listen closely, they could just hear the sounds of Elton John's symphony, with a call:
"I'll be back, stay merry, all!"