'Give a great applause to Sara Greenway!' She sighed. What do I have to lose?, she thought. She walked towards the curtains, greeted the hostess, and walked up the stairs to the stage. After two minutes, the curtains raised and she was greeted by almost hundred people. She was a bit scared at first, but when she saw that the band was supporting here, she calmed down and began to sing.

It was her greatest fear: Sing in front of an audience. She knows that she can sing great, but when she wants to sing in public, she shuts down. She planned to dispel it today, and she was glad that she did it.

She raised the microphone to her mouth and began to sing. The audience was struck by her voice. The woman who was eating her beef marinade let it drop to the floor. When she finished singing, they all revered her. She was so surprised by the cheering audience, that she began to cry. She said 'Thank You everyone!' and got off the stage. She was greeted by the manager of the club. He held some paper in his hands. 'That was great!' he said. 'Listen, why don't you come sing here?' 'Do you mean it?' she asked surprisingly. 'Yes, of course! You'll also get paid.' 'I'll do it. Where do I have to sign?' She asked. The manager grins. 'Come with me.'

After a few weeks, more people have heard about Sara and started to come to the come more often. She was loved by the audience, but hated by a couple of other artists, who performed there also. One day, she get a threatening letter in which someone threatened to kill her. She contacted the police, but they didn't found the one who sent it. She decided to go on with her life and let it rest.

At the last day of February, she was going to the club with a cab, when her phone rang. She looked who was calling. It said: 'Caller Unknown'. Weird, she thought, why would someone call her now? She answered the call. 'Hello, with Sara Greenway.' she said. 'You'll die today.', A strange voice said. She immediately dropped the phone, hearing only the laughter of the caller. She shakily grabbed the phone and hang up. She was now scared. Oh God, please let all of this be a sick joke, she thought. She arrived at the club, payed the fare, and went in. She got dressed and went to the stage. She stood there and began to sing. But the phone call still scared her, so she was singing a bit false. But she let go of the thought, and she began to sing as she usually did. The piano was playing staccato notes, and she was singing sublime. But the sublime voice was for short.

In the corner of her eye she saw Joan Withs, one of the other artists, climbing on the stage. Why is Joan climbing on the stage?, she thought,  Isn't she supposed to go next? She remembered having issues with that girl about the performing times. While Sara got more performing time, Joan's performing time shortened. Suddenly she saw something shiny under Joan's jacket. Joan raised her arm she saw that the shiny thing was a gun. The audience and the band noticed it too, and suddenly you heard shrieks, and saw people running away. 'Joan,' Sara said. 'You don't want to do this.' 'I want to do it!' she yelled. 'Why?' Sara asked. You could hear the fear in her voice. 'I work here for ten years now, and I was praised by almost everyone here! And suddenly you show up, and all the attention is on you! I'm slowly being replaced by you!' 'Joan, that's not true.' Sara said, slowly noticing that she was standing near the piano. 'Yes it is!' Joan said angrily. 'I sent that letter to you! I was the one who called you in the cab!' 'B.. bu..bu..t.. but I thought we were friends?' Joan laughed. 'We? Friends? We never were friends. Now, say goodbye.' 'No Joan, please!' Sara cried. 'Please, don't do this, don't!' Joan pointed the gun at her chest, and shot. Three times in a row. The first one was almost trough the heart. The second one didn't hit the heart. The third one went through the heart. As Sara fell, she thought about her parents. She was finally going to see them again. There was a small smile on her face. The last thing she heard, was a cover of one of the bullets falling on the highest piano key.