Midnight here. The time is Midnight, (MY favorite time) and L'artist is sleeping. OK, so thats a total fabrication, she never sleeps before 3 am...but anyway she's shut herself in her room and I'm out here all alone. The lights are out. The moon is shining brightly through the window. I have spent the last ten minutes sitting on the window sill watching bats swoop around the lamp across the street. The bats are feeding on moths. (I bet bats taste yummy!) Now is the perfect time to sing! I'll just throw back my head and "MoaWWwwwWWWwwwwwww Maowwwww MaowwwwwWWWwwwWWWww" and serenade the moon!