another musical song

setting: Ciaran's character, Charles is sitting in his work cubicle, tapping his pen on his desk. Everyone around him starts to tap with him.

Boss: *walks over* I need you to revise these spreadsheet for me and stop tapping your pen it is annoying. *he walks off*

Ciaran: Ciaran gets up and stands on his desk, Piano starts playing

Ciaran sings: I'm not here for your demands, I'm sick of your stupid spreadsheets, It's time for me to fly free, so if you ask of me i'm already GONE.

*jumps off desk. workers around come behind him. they start to dance as song continues*

Ciaran sings: I'm ready for a new sunshine, might even go to the sea, it's better than sitting here. I'm sorry but it's time for me to just go!

*other staff members back away as Ciaran dances alone*

Ciaran sings: Money is not an issue to me, I rather be poor than here anymore, if i find a new job it will be something sweet, It might not pay the same but it's not on your demands.

Ciaran sings: I'm not here for your demands

Others: not for your demands

Ciaran sings: I'm sick of your stupid spreadsheets

Others: stupid spread sheets

Ciaran sings: I'll tear down this cubicle

Ciaran and others: and everyone will help me do this

Ciaran sings: Your cold heart is so deranged, always making us feel so down

Others: making us feel so down

Ciaran sings: and I'm sick of your personal attacks,

Ciaran and others: I hope karma catches up to you.

Ciaran sings: Money is not an issue to me, I rather be poor than here anymore, if i find a new job it will be something sweet, It might not pay the same but it's not on your demands.

ciaran and others: not on your demands

Ciaran: not on your demands. Not on your demands. not on your demands.

*ciaran starts dancing*

Ciaran and others sing: I'm not herrrrrre, for your demands! IIIIIIIIII nooottt herere, for your demands, IIIIIIIIII nooottt herere, for your demaaaaaaaaaaannndddss I'm not here for your demands.

Everyone singing and dancing, including ciaran: I'm not here for your demands, I'm sick of your stupid spreadsheets, It's time for me to fly free, so if you ask of me i'm already GONE.

*song ends, Ciaran walks off stage*