Dropping her glass to the floor and quickly turning her head toward the stage she said, “Peter, who is that rock’ n’ roll band?” Pete replied, “Martha, don’t you know? That’s HIT THE LIGHTS, but you stay away from those boys. They’re dangerous and good looking. Now come on Martha, we’re leaving this show.” “No,” Martha said in a loud defiant tone. Peter began to drag Martha by her arm as she reached for a shard of the broken glass on the ground. “Wait Pete. I’ve forgotten my purse,” she pleaded as he halted in place. Then in one swift motion she rose to her feet and slit Peter’s throat. Martha stood over Peter’s dead body wiping the blood from her hands onto her skirt, and with a reassuring smile she said, “If I can’t have them, No one can,” as the band played on.