Two figures ascend the dark stage and step to the microphone at the front of the raised platform. The taller figure adjusts the microphone stand, so both figures could talk into the mic with ease. 

"Mic check, mic check," a masculine voice blasts through the speakers at each corner of the stage. 

Without much warning, a bright light flicker on, illuminating the stage. 

"Fuck!" The taller figure uses his palm to shield his face. 

"Derek!" the shorter figure scolds, glaring at the man. 

He notices and drops his hand, revealing an apologetic smile. 

The female rolls her eyes and plaster a bright smile on her face. "Hey, guys. I'm Catherina, but you can call me Cathy."

"And I'm Derek," the male beamed. 

"We're the leading cast of The Spaceholder," Cathy finishes. 

Two lines pinch between Derek's brows. "I thought the novel was called The Naughty Spaceholder?" 

"Yeah, it was," Cathy confirms. "But Chantielu changed it to The Spaceholder."

Derek's mouth curls into a small circle. "Oh, huh." 

"Right. Anyways," the smile returns on Cathy's lips, "there are a few things we need to discuss. Things we need to warn you about before you proceed further." 

Derek nods. "Yep," popping the P. 

Cathy glares at him. He eyes her with a shrug. "What?" 

She rolls her eyes again for the second time within the last few minutes. "First things first, we need to warn you this novel contains explicit languages."

"Mostly my fault," Derek confesses with a smirk. "My friends and I cannot go through a conversation without saying the word fuck. It's a very versatile word." 

"The second warning is," Cathy interjects before Derek gets out another word, "the novel also contains explicit sex scenes." 

Derek raises his arm. "Also, my fault. Hey, everyone. My name is Derek and I'm a sexaholic." His soft chuckling dances around the room. "I could rock one of those AA meetings." 

"Right," Cathy drawls. "There's also tragedy, a person sleeping with multiple partners," her gaze flickered to Derek. He gave her a meek grin and scratched the back of his head, "murderous intent, car crash, excessive jealousy and intimacy between friends involved in this novel. Therefore, proceed at your own discretion." 

"Yeah, if you're not interested in any of the things Cathy listed, then no need to continue further. In fact, you can read any other story. Maybe The Games of Obsession." Derek turns to Cathy. "It's still called The Games of Obsession, right?" 

She bobs her head. "Yeah, on Patreon, yes." 

"Okay, The Games of Obsession is a good catch. My friend, Damion is a weird guy, but hot chicks are running after him," Derek continues, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Cathy elbows him in his ribs. A loud grunt follows the attack. "And, if you've decided to continue reading, then thank you. Yes, the book ends in a happy-ever-after. 

"Tha...," Derek chokes out, still nursing his injury. "Thank God. I don't have to go through the pain of dying or people thinking I'm dead." 

Cathy sighed in agreement. "Likes and comments are highly appreciated, so please leave as many as you wish. Don't forget to share and tell everyone about us. So, without further delay, please continue to chapter one. Hope you all enjoy our story. We bid you adieu." Cathy walks away from the mic, but Derek pauses. 

He raises his index finger. "One more thing, this was Trigger Warnings." He looks from left to right, then leans closer to the mic and whispers, "But we changed it to Trigger Warnings from Cast. I trust we can keep this a secret between me and you. Trigger Warnings was a little too boring and I hate boring. I'm like the King of Drama." He chuckles to himself. 

"Derek," Cathy whines, grabbing his arm. 

"Happy reading," he shouts as Cathy drags him off the stage. 

A loud click signals the cutting of the stage lights, and the room goes dark.