The Anesthetics

Holding a microphone in his hand, David introduced the embroidery with ten fishes with a smile. As for me, I stood behind David, and every second on the stage was a torment to me. The high heels didn't fit me, and I was anxious to verify my guess. Finally, David put down the microphone. The girls and I got off the stage with the embroidery. Backstage, Maria was much better. She now could walk under Harris's help. At the sight of me, Harris boasted, "Do you think I'm powerful? She got well after I chatted with her!" "I will go get changed!" I went straight into the dressing room. When I walked out of the dressing room, Amy was walking away with a black garbage bag. There must be some evidence inside. I rushed over and grabbed Amy by the arm. "What's in your bag, Amy?" I tried my best to pretend to be innocent while searching for Harris with my eyes. As my only ally here, was he busy hitting on the girls? Amy shook off my hand and glared at me. "Do all bumkins like rubbishes?" "Yes. I ca