It was already dark, and there was no moon in the sky tonight, but the garden lights brightened it up. I waited in the crowd for the next thing. The video of shame on the big screen finally stopped. Or it just disappeared.
Then came the darkness, and the power went out. I took out my pistol and fired in the direction of the ceiling, the white crystal chandelier swinging violently in mid-air. The guests shrieked in fright, and I ducked to one side to watch the panicked crowd scramble for the door.
"Security!" Ron shouted in the dark, but his voice was soon drowned out by the noise of the stampede.
