Alana and Marc were sitting in the theater waiting for Morrissey to take the stage. The two loved him since the Smiths and will always regret they never saw them. Oh well. The pre-show video was great.
The theater lights dimmed. The crowd roared. Musicians began taking their place on stage. Morrissey walked out. The crowd exploded. All you could hear was the anguish of the crowd. No music played.
The auditorium got very bright. Morrissey was standing there. Everyone thought this was part of his craziness. He just stood in front of the mic. His lips were moving. The musicians were strumming their guitars, banging the drums and playing the keyboards. No music was heard. All the videos stopped.
Alana and Marc looked at each other. They knew what was happening. But they were unsure what to do. They knew they couldn’t get the music to play. But they knew they had to take out the crook that stole the show.
They wondered where in the arena she was. If she was even there. She could be working from anywhere. They opened their eyes and noses. They figured she’d be clad like Alana, in all black.
Or she’d be dressed as an usher or other venue employee apparel. They know she liked to sneak her way into things that way.
They scanned the theater and all they saw were unhappy faces. They checked the hallways, concession stands, and ticket booth area. She was nowhere. They figured she did this remotely.
The two walked outside. They knew the show was not going to go on. They knew the theater staff’s tech folks would be hard at work. But they wouldn’t beat Anat.
They strolled down 46th Street and saw an interesting looking homeless woman. She was bundled up and had the usual assortment of stuff the homeless carry. Her shopping cart was stuck up against the wall of the building she was sitting against.
Alana and Marc looked at each other. They sensed this woman wasn’t homeless and was Anat. She was wrapped up in a huge black coat. You couldn’t see her hands. But they were moving quite rapidly. Either she was rubbing them together to warm herself up. Or?
Marc threw some coins in her cup. Alana took a candy bar out of her purse and tossed it in. The woman nodded. But her face turned redder than it was.
Marc and Alana slowly walked away. But they kept their heads cocked in her direction. Alana decided to kick an empty water bottle that was in the street in the homeless woman’s direction. It landed right on her knee.
The woman was so immersed in her craziness she didn’t see it coming and jumped up. They knew it. They saw Anat grab the iPad she had hidden under her coat. They now knew what she was working on destroying entertainment all over.
Raisins started to fly. They were intercepted with pomegranates, figs, and wine. Anat ran towards them. She started screaming at them. Tears were rolling off her eyes. The two were bombarding her with their weapons. They wouldn’t kill her. But they would be not letting her off easy.
Raisins hit Alana in the eyes. She went down. Marc glanced at her. But shot at honey at Anat. Alana wiped her eyes. She got up and fired figs. Anat went down.
Marc and Alana ran over to her. She coiled herself up like a cobra. The two of them reigned terror all over her. They fired rapidly. Anat was immobile. The two grabbed her iPad.