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   When my eyes adjusted to the light, I shrunk back in the chair in terror. I searched the room in a panic looking for some place to hide.  A trio of macabre figures was dancing at the piano. A very large monkey wearing a red shirt perched on the piano and waved an empty cup. A cheap, blue tie was knotted around his long, stick like neck. His face was almost human and sickeningly familiar. His eyes rolled around madly, and his mouth opened and closed idiotically. He smiled the wide, open-mouthed smile of an empty mind. A balding, bespectacled thug in a stretched suit jerked his arms up and down in delirium. His feet pounded the ground in a vicious fury. The wild fire of lunacy burned in his eyes. They stared out into the room in a rage. His mouth was frozen in a demented smile. A tramp in a gold lame dress hiked up her legs slammed on the keys as a string of pearls undulated around her neck. She leered at the monkey and shook her breasts. Her eyes were dim, her expression flat as though she held a mask over the horror inside fighting to get out. The creatures jerked about so spasmodically and in such a mad, whirling rush I thought at first I had turned on a strobe light. They seemed to be singing but the unintelligible lyrics and the dissonant hammering on the piano was a cacophony. I could just make out the word "America" chanted over and over again. Whenever they opened their mouths to let loose some tuneless howl, jagged orange teeth flashed menacingly. They were so wrapped up in their hellish crooning that they didn't even notice the light at first.