Zenkichi grinned loosely at the glimmer of challenge in the young man (demon's(?)) eyes as he shifted to the side so that he and Phoenix could share the spotlight. "Throw me all the feelings you got, Phoenix."

And just like that the speakers turned on. Again. Although it was clear what Phoenix said wasn't for show and shit man, his heart lurched in his chest- excitement clambering through at the sound. "Haha-! Oh my god, it's like I am in a live concert!"

He wanted to go to one when he was younger. Especially the times when they toured in Japan but really- with the tight bills it wasn't possible. After his deadbeat father left, Zenkichi never got around to find time to indulge himself to that degree.

Keeping the microphone near his mouth, he smoothly sung in the background for Phoenix.
♪~any way the wind blows...

And just like that the music built up again. He tapped his foot against the ground when the tone straight up shifted, slightly upbeat.

♪♫ I see a little silhouetto of a man!♪♫

The stage's wall behind them suddenly posed a heavy shadow of them, painting two silhouttes.

♪♫ Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango-?♪♫