On the outside they may be masters of business or politics. But here, they are only courtiers vying for her favors.
She doesn’t care about talent, persistence or personalities. Her only interest; those who were interested in her, self-absorbed to the point where other people were either accessories, or irrelevant.
The source of her power? Control of the clipboard and the microphone.
“Excuse me?” one of the plebeians asks, “I signed the list thirty minutes ago and I’m sure the last three singers signed up after me.”
“You don’t understand”, she condescends to explain, “we have a system here…”
Dedicated to the woman who runs Karaoke at The Ould Sod.