Majima enjoys Harley's performance from beside the stage, doing his best to be her hype man -- rousing a contingent of the audience to clap along with the song.

When the song ends and Harley's applause dies down, he steps up to the stage and gives her a passing peck on the cheek. See? Singing makes everything better. Well, not that there was any doubt.

Majima sets his drink down on a stool and takes the mic as the intro to his song kicks in. He's already doing his best to replicate Pete Burns' completely ridiculous dance moves even before the lyrics kick in. While his singing voice is by no means the strongest and his English is thickly accented, he makes up for it with vocal range and charismatic enthusiasm. Every time the chorus repeats, he gives an encouraging wave of his hand, inviting the other bar patrons to chime in.

Between his lengthy confinement and boring civilian drudgery, this is a facet of Majima that's been bottled up for the past few years. It shows in how ready he is to let go. Is he making a fool of himself? Maybe, but he clearly could care less.

By the time the song is through, he has a light sheen of sweat on his face. He knocks back the rest of his drink in one go, then gives a theatrical bow before leaving the stage.