Thunderous Thursday

      As the curtains parted, the crowd stared in utter anticipation. No one dared to move, not even blink for fear of missing what was about to take place. The actors took their spots on stage and waited for the cue. Act 4 had started.

      The lights wandered until they found their way to the actors, and finally one spoke the first words. The dialogue flowed naturally and calmly, much too boring to keep all of the audience members awake. Fifteen minutes went by with almost no action, no drama, and no mention or hint whatsoever to the the killer was.

Fifteen minutes turned into thirty, thirty into an hour, and an hour into two. Not one single eyelid remained open, and Hamilton himself even lost interest. The pain of boredom started settling in and everyone became restless. Even the actors seemed as if they were running out of words to say. 

       "Fine," shouted Olivia. "It was me! Now can we please go now?"