Holy smoke! What she looked like! (Gaz...

Holy smoke! What she looked like!

(Gazing at the hair in his hand)

I guess I did take a little too much off the top.

(Against his better nature, he starts to giggle. Then subdues himself)

Well, on to my new flame-- for a while. No woman ties down Grant Foster for long. ...

(Ominous shadows pervade the area. GRANT gathers his things. Still nervous, he calms himself down by whistling)

Oh shoot, I forgot. They say it's bad luck to whistle in a dressing room.

(Lights dim)

Hey, what's with the lights?

(Suddenly, a FIGURE appears in the shadows -- concealed. Grant hears the intruder)

Is someone there? ... Who is it?

(The FIGURE approaches GRANT in the dressing room)

Oh, it's you. Well, what do you want? I'm waiting. ...

(No answer)

Speak up. ...

(The FIGURE moves in with the weapon)

What are you doing with that? Hey, hold it! That's not funny! Stop!

(He raises his arms to protect his face)

Stop!! Ahhh!!!

(A grotesque pose indicates he's been murdered)