"Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you- Jameson Jackson, entertainer extraordinaire!"
The studio audience shrieked in excitement as the dapper gentleman walked out onto the stage. Clad in a blue vest and a top hat- with a classy curled mustache to boot- he was charmingly anachronistic. The people knew his name; they knew he could tap dance like a cat on a hot tin roof and play half a dozen instruments they'd never even seen before. They knew he was one of the most enthusiastic in the business, and that he had a strange, old-timey quality about him, as if any room he stepped into was transported back to the 1920s.
Jameson blushed modestly as the spotlight turned to him, but he strode with steady feet out to the center of the stage. He spread his arms wide in welcome, beaming at the radiant audience.
His hands trailed forward, fingers wrapping almost absentmindedly around the microphone in front of him. Jameson lifted the mic to his chin... and he spoke.
"Hello, all you beautiful people!"
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He Doesn't Talk Much - Jacksepticeye Egos Fanfic
FanfictionHow did Jameson Jackson lose his voice? This is my take on the story of everyone's favorite dapper boy, just in time for Halloween. Because, let's face it- under the table is the best place to hide when controlling your puppets. :) Contains violenc...
