He never meant to throw her from the balcony. In a panic he looked round. There was no one else in the dimly lit theatre other than himself and the girl who had confronted him.
Duncan Smith was used to meeting young women after shows. Women were the bulk of the audience for his “Crossing the Divide” shows. Many did nothing for him, but he was often happy to offer comfort to his younger female fans if they had someone. If they were willing enough, he’d schedule private time after a show to attempt a personal séance with the departed, and maybe some more intimate support afterwards.
He’d thought the young woman hanging around on the balcony after the show was one of these. Lighting was handled from the projection box on the upper level, so often someone would be waiting for a personal moment. What he hadn’t expected was a young woman by the projection box with a microphone. She claimed she had a recording she claimed revealed all his tricks. Unlikely, he cheated in so many ways, but no one needed the illusion shattered.
He’d never meant to push her. He simply wanted the recording. She’d struggled but she didn’t have to. If she had given him the recording none of this need have happened. She retreated to the balcony edge, and after a tussle for the recording she was over the barrier. It was almost like she wanted to jump.
He stared down at the figure below, broken across the seats in the stalls, looking back up at him. She’d won. She’d jumped out of spite to end his career, and show she looked back up, gloating in death. She’d won. She had the recording.
He looked by the seats and found her bag. Sure enough there was a small microphone, plugged into a phone. He tried unlocking the phone to delete the recording, but he didn’t have to the code. Damn.
He looked up from the phone, guilt driving him to check if she had seen him tamper with the phone. He looked down to the stalls below and saw only her dead blue eyes. This could look bad. He needed to show he’d done nothing wrong. He’d tried to stop her from jumping, and now… He took out his own phone and called the emergency services. “I need an ambulance at the Meridian Theatre. There’s been a terrible accident.”