"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening." The emcee interrupted everyone.
Slowly, the people gathered and went back to their respective tables. The host kept talking, seeing that only some were in their seats and the waiters were busy serving drinks to the guests.
"May I call in, Mister Clint Briggs?" The host spoke. The lights then focused on the man as he walked to the stage. His gait was firm and refined.
