Dream: The Organist

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Dr. Ernie

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I am Secret Service.
The senator is throwing a fancy party
A brilliant young organist is here.

Near the end
The organ starts playing unexpectedly

Unexpected is bad

I work my way down the steps of the amphitheater
I reach the bottom as the music stops

The boy gets up
And makes a sarcastic speech

I gently stop him
Look sadly into his eyes

“Did you really think
There would be no consequences
To mocking the United States
In the house of a US Senator?”

Later that night
The head of security is striding through the corridors
Taking on his cellphone

“Is he absolutely sure?
Very well”

He enters a large room

Several women are standing around in nightgowns
Mostly servants who were woken up

There are bloody cloths scattered around the floor

The head of security announces:

“Chief Sitting Bull has confirmed that the boy was an innocent dupe.
Unfortunately this information was received a little too late.”

The camera pans over to show a crumpled, lifeless form in the corner.

I enter, furious.