The lights dimmed, and the crowd grew silent in anticipation. My heart was thudding in my chest as a spotlight pierced through the darkness and focused on something in the distance. I squinted my eyes trying to see.
Someone not far from me gasped just as I was able to make out what I was seeing. In the middle of the stage lay a man, face down, in what looked to be a pool of blood.
A woman across the room screamed, followed by several more, and shouts to call nine-one-one. This was not supposed to be a murder mystery.