The Boy from OzI could swear the lighting instrument was falling at
seventy-six frames per second. (Aside:
That’s movie talk for slow motion.) And yet, there was nothing anyone could do to stop it.
The speed of the world around me slammed back to normal as the lighting instrument crashed onto the stage only a few small feet from Sam’s small feet.
Then there was silence.
That lasted about three seconds. Then the screeching began. First Heather, then Cindy (I mean, Cynthia), and finally Suze.
I’m proud to say that Sam did not get all screechy. She simply stared down at the...