[Scene: On a nearby Starskin system, a worn Starskin Musician has just begun a commission, when, only 4 bars in, {Masquerader #1} who is watching him declares it complete, playing it repetitively]

=Masquerader #1=:

Yes my brilliance SHINES through you
in such a lovely and curvacious tune!
Let all systems play it loud and bold!
I think this records made of gold!

It's perfect length and perfect structure
the just-right chords of just-right rapture!
And it's Mine, my own creation
took mere minutes of inspiration ye?

[Enter {Masquerader #2}}

=Masquerader #2=:

Oi hav returned from the big conference
wif moi Sevunty-Sevun Odda Friends
Wif moah gray cubes indeed wew'l poaint
a landscape WOHthy of a Soaint!

And the lahst few bends be straigh'n'd aowt
as a braive new eara comes arownd
Oi heah owr song you've wrote just now
Le's hear it! Lay that naedle down John

=Musician(under zis breath, writing a letter to zimself)=:

Just like them to fail to realize
all their hard work is actually mine
they hired me, I wrote this verse
I hadn't even finished first
but for bars seems to be all they can
read into, with any curse
I've had enough pain for one day
I'm turning in

Signed,
a worn Starskin musician, in the face of a place I find that my endurance wears quite thin...

=Masquerader #3(upon finding and reading the discarded note)=:

Is that the way songsmith's behave?!
A bleedin' life that holds no shave?
With words that spin the weakest web;
all pompous flow with lack of ebb??

[Enter YESSAND, very bomastically...]

=YESSAND=:

I am YESSAND, The Masquerader King!

=Masquerader #4=:

*I* am YESSAND, The Masquerader King!!

=Masquerader Chorus=:

(Variations of "No I am!", "I am!", "I am YESSAND!" before one final "We ALL are YESSAND")

=YESSAND(with full grace of arrogance)=:

I just returned from myself
don't quite remember where I've gone
But all that matters little here!
You all should witness what I've picked up!!

=Masquerader #1=:

Is that the Sand Girl there
so sifting in your mighty hand?

=YESSAND=:

That's not even her; her whole self
But for all we know, she's all right here!
She calls herself a mighty being
worthy of the smoke and altar
but is she YES to SAND like I am
for I have YESSAND for the taking!
How can we be even sure she's the SAND she likes to say to be??
I've heard she was born MUD, but never Purer than me!!!!

NO-SAND!

[The Masqueraders erupt into chanting "NO-SAND" repeatedly in a taunting manner, laughing wildly]

I took it upon myself to wear
that crown that was a mouth
whoso pulleth off the old man's head
be with royalty betrothed!
I have written into law
that I no longer wear this mask
it is my face
I am deserving of this place
I earned my way to this space
[To Sand Girl]
and what of your domain in which
daily are you trampled as is proper
whether sand or mud
all those with feet need proper lockers
proper prints in which to mold
bitter storms to feel this cold
that swarms us all
but gives us warmth in its good HONESTY!!

[The Wind appears, and the Sand Girl is taken up in it]

YES, Feel that Wind against your grain!!
Watch it sweep your useless self away!!
All you deserve in life, NO-SAND,
A husk of NOTHING!!

=Narrators=:

Little does old YESSAND know
that Wind and Sand share love of old
for if the Wind took physic form
within the Sand she would adorn

A pact they made should this time ever come
for the Wind to take her out above
this wall-eyed vision
dare I say, a well-deserved transition.....

Masquerader Chorus + YESSAND(attempting to chase them down, realizing the getaway):

Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!
She's heading onwards towards Creation!
Never make it...
Never make it...
Aah! Aah! Aaaah!
Let's say it's all part of the exploitation!
Never make it...
NEVER MAKE I-

[YESSAND breaks through the atmosphere but does not survive, The Sand Girl continues on, escape successful, towards Creation, where she enters, and becomes it's beaches...]