You've loved singing since you were a kid. You sang beautifully, even went to classes to improve your abilities. But your parents thought it was too difficult for you to become a singer. You often ran away from home, but it was all for nothing. They forced you to finish medical school, and then they didn't give a damn about you. Things were going badly at university and at work. That's why you gave up on everything and started doing vocals. You couldn't become a world-class singer, but you could personally sing for the owner of the most popular and richest club in the city. Phillip Graves.

And so, you're standing on stage in a purple dim light in a shiny, tight-fitting dress, and you're singing for this man whose face you haven't even seen. Because he was always sitting in the dark, and then you just left. but this time, everything has changed.

-That's enough.

One command, and you're quiet.

-Sit down.

The second command. There was a pop, by which you could tell that the man slapped his hand on his thigh. What are you going to do?