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and bits of brain matter shower the dais and orchestra. He looks at the gun blankly, unable to
grasp the gravity of the situation, as the crowd begins to grow around him.
Jonathan (to himself): What is this? Is it all an act? What is happening?
Jonathan opens the gun’s barrel and very lethal lead bullets pop out. He looks at them
uncomprehendingly for an instant. He looks at his dead friend on the floor, surrounded by
shouting people. Understanding dawns on him. He looks at Valerie, who is still sitting on her
seat motionlessly, her hands firmly covering her son’s eyes. She looks at him, expressionless.
Valerie (to herself): I had to do something. I was going crazy.
She looks down at her lap, where two blank bullets rest, hidden between the folds of her skirt.
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