I opened my eyes. The smoke was so dense I almost couldn't breathe. The jazz singer was on the floor, dead. I hardly stood up and tried to make my way across the flames. All the theatre structure had been destroyed and I could see how devastating the bomb had been.
I started hearing some police and ambulance sirens. I walked slowly to the outside and breathed deeply. Most of the people that were in the concert didn't have time to escape. Most of the cars had exploded amongst the theatre.
I felt a hand touching my shoulder and I turned back. There was a medic. I couldn't understand what he was saying but I walked straight the ambulance. There I fainted again. In the hospital David visited me. He told me the explosion had reached him and Helen. David survived but Helen... She had already been shooted so I guess she was weaker than usual.
Anyway, after that, I stopped playing the guitar. It was too hard for me to don't remember that day each time I grabbed an instrument.
About David, he continued playing bass. All that thing about he had been kidnapped and the bomb and all that stuff made him gain lots of fame.
Remember kids. Never talk to jazz singers.
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On the Heights
Mystery / ThrillerDavid Ramiro, the most-known bassist of the moment, disappeared a pair of days before the most expected concert on America. His partner, Bryan, a guitarist, found an address written on a note hidden in David's bass case. The musician must discover w...
