"What's the stage for anyway?" Emerald inquired, pointing towards it.
Andrew shook his head. "Honestly, I have no clue-"
Andrew's words were abruptly silenced as the lights dimmed, casting an eerie red glow. The patrons erupted in cheers and whistles as two men in black attire emerged onto the stage, wielding a long chrome pole that they swiftly installed in the center with a hand drill. It extended from the pub's ceiling to the black wooden stage.
As the men exited, the large black curtains began to part slowly. A man in a worn black tuxedo stepped onto the stage, microphone in hand, acknowledging the enthusiastic crowd with waves and smiles.
"What's happening?" Emerald murmured, her confusion evident.
"Hello, everyone, and welcome to another Sunday night at Porky's Pub!" the man ann
