“Where in blazes did you go, hmm?  Do you realise that you’ve just missed the complete first half of the very last Mickey McGoogan show!??”  The man turned around with a quizzical look.

      “Excuse me, madam; do I know you?”  It was someone else.  Jenna was so embarrassed she began to stutter.

     “I…I..I’m so…so….s..sorry.  I…thought you were…”  The man frowned and left in a huff.  Jenna was really lost and confused.  She then saw an escort, who was a young lad in his mid-teens.

      “Ah haa!”  Jenna rushed upto him.

      “Excuse me, boy, but I’m looking for my friend.  Look, here’s his photograph.”  She dug into her purse and pulled out a passport size snap of Barry.  The boy looked at it and his eyes lit up.

     “Yes, I recognise him.  I saw him about half an hour ago, standing in that queue.”  He pointed at the savouries stall.  Jenna sighed and let the boy go.  She seemed to be going in circles and finally decided to return back to her front row seat.  Barry had wasted a full ticket and she was feeling really bad about it.  When Jenna arrived back at her seat, the lights went down which meant that the second half of the show was about to commence.  Once again, the same announcer appeared from behind the curtains.

     “Ladies and gentlemen,  I hope you are all having a wonderful time.  Now if you think you’ve seen it all then think again.  Mickey never repeats the same act twice and in this half of the show, it’s going to be his last performances, so please settle back on your seats and enjoy your popcorn as I present to you…Sheila and her dancing cutlary!”  Everybody applauded as a young lady appeared with some dishes and began performing acts with them.  This was, of course, a warm up act while Mickey was preparing for his next act.  It was going to be a breathtaking act.  He wanted to give something to the public which would make them remember him for the rest of their lives. 

     Outside the building, Barry was searching for another way in.  The problem was that there was nobody around.  Even the security men were not in sight.  

     “How strange.  That means anyone could just walk in.  Let me try.”  He walked up to the main door and it was open.  He walked straight in and an alarm sounded.  Within minutes, a group of security men came running towards him, holding their batons.  Barry wanted to run but found himself frozen in his tracks.  He was petrified. 

     “Oh no!” 

End of Chapter 4.