WITNESSING MURDER

It's almost ten, but here I am, still on stage. My two hours of performance have doubled because these monkeys are asking for more, and more, and more. I feel tired. I feel exhausted. I am so drained that I feel like I am fainting the next second. I scan for this senior monkey, Ejay, in the room, but he is nowhere to be found. Where on earth did he go? I need him to come and talk to his men. I need a rest before crying out loud!

"I greet you all!" I decided to help myself since Ejay left me hanging. Instead of answering my greetings, they all stood, clapping their hands. I look at the girls, who have been busy serving drinks and performing their duties, without missing a chance to show how amazed they have been by my performance. I wish I could sing until past midnight. That way, I will steal the time for these hungry men to have their demonic desires quenched. But can I? "I am happy that you are all enjoying the night, and I understand that you want me to continue, but I am so draine