"Give me ten, it won't take long to get into position. You've all got your filters, I assume?" He'd devised a few audio filters that removed his hypnotic pitch but allowed mostly normal healing otherwise. "Don't move until I'm singing, though. It'll take me a few seconds to make sure everyone's under my control but after that the crowd's all mine."

He got out, heading up the ladder, singing quietly to himself.

Oh, better far to live and die
Under the brave black flag I fly...

This would be exquisite, and from the stage he'd have a perfect view.