Jack and I stared for a moment. We heard the pianist play a morbid song accompanied by his fearful sobs.
"Allegro! Allegro! DadadaDA DA! PRESTO! PRESTO! NO, NOOOOooooo!"
"I'm trying ! Pleeeeaaaasseee! *sob*"
"Once again, young Fitzpatrick…"
He started playing the tune again. As he began to play, the stage lit up and silhouettes of scissor-wielding ballet dancers displayed on the curtain. Jack and I started to walk down the aisle slowly. We took each step carefully and silently as we stared with wide eyes at the stage.
"DADADA DA DA DA! NOOOO!"
The pianist stops, takes a deep breath and yells, "Oh Cohen, you sick FUCK! LET ME OUT OF HERE-!"
BOOM!
The piano is blown to bits in a mere second. Jack and I jump backwards in shock. The pianist, now cremated by the flames, lay deceased on the stage. We looked at each other, then back at the flaming corpse of the young Mr. Fitzpatrick. Cohen obliterated Mr. Fitzpatrick right before our very eyes, then his voice resonated through the theater.
"Come down, little moths," He said calmly, "Life…DEATH…the burden of the artist is to…capture."
The spotlight moved to the carcass of the pianist. "See young Fitzpatrick here on the stage? Use your camera! Take him as he is now! So I may remember him…" Cohen said gruesomely.
Jack continued to pull out a camera.
"Where did you get that!?" I asked surprised.
"I found it in Neptune's Bounty. I thought it would come in handy."
"You're not really going to take that poor man's picture are you?!"
"Yes…"
"HOW COULD YOU?! WHY!? That's so disrespectful!"
"HEY! Don't yell at me! Besides, if we don't, that might be our flaming dead bodies next!"
I paused, then nodded my head. Jack and I walked slowly over to the stage. We stood next to dead pianist. We exchanged looks of uncertainty, then Jack raised the camera and took a picture. We heard the snap of the camera and looked up at the balconies. Cohen was hiding somewhere up there, and we were going to find him somehow.
"And now you've got Fitzpatrick, caught in his moment of glory! It seems you've got the eye of the shutterbug, little moths. Now, head to the Atrium, and place his photograph in my masterpiece, and so our collaboration…commences…."