Condolezza stopped, abruptly, and then said, "It is so good of you to be so many of you out there tonight. This is a special event for me, because I am coming out from under the shadow of lost years, and into the twilight, and maybe back into the limelight again, who knows." While she rambled on, I was scanning the crowd, and more importantly the crews hanging on the scaffolding. It could come from anywhere. "Many of us went away, and some of us did not come back, and I want to begin with a new song, a special song tonight, about some of the other people who did come back unfortunately, and what some of the others of us who are coming back are coming back for --

"Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory of The Eisenhower Years,
Station wagons, nuclear tests, and baby Mouseketeers,
They're back again, oh, goody, all those long forgotten fears,
The Fossils Go Marching On!!!"

"Glory, Glory, Oilosaurus,
Glory, Glory, How you bore us,
Glory Glory, will they never go extinct,
The Fossils Go Marching On!!!"

"Those babbling foreigners they always yack and yack,
America the guzzler, the pyromaniac,
Well, If we mess this world up, we can always take it back,
The Fossils Go Marching On!!!"

It was unfolding as not a bad song, as Schwartz songs go. The thing that the big boys didn't realize was that Condolezza, bless her pointy head, lived in her own world. Who knows, maybe they asked her to write a song about how great fossil fuels were, and this is what came out. She was an artiste. Or not. It hardly mattered 3 seconds later.

There was a scream down in the crowd, as a man with a gun raced forward out of the darkness towards the stage.
"Glory, glory --"
At least I wasn't fooled, I looked quickly sideways, had my hunch confirmed, and flung myself behind Condolezza, flipped out my gun, and took it in the wrong hand, by idiot instinct, so I was helpless. The shot hit me hard in the shoulder, and my momentum spun and crashed me forward over Condolezza and we crumpled together on the stage. The man in the front turned and ran, waving his gun and moving through the roadie ranks. At that point the stage went dark, and so did I.