Esbie was sitting next to Anwir’s dressing room door. You were one of the showgirls at the Monarch, so you saw many weird things. However, Esbie was like no other. Nobody knew really what she was to Anwir, so everyone assumed she was just his weird little lackey, or maybe a fangirl. As you were waiting for your cue behind stage, you saw her peep her head around the curtain. She must’ve never heard of personal space, because she was way too close. Her crazed eyes were flicking around the stage as she muttered little words to herself.