103. Temperamental Diva
Amy pulls out her recently-acquired ear plugs, twists them to a size where they'll fit in her ear canal, and sticks them into her ears. The diva continues singing, but now Amy can actually listen to the high notes without risking an aneurysm.
Amy's something of an opera fan, though she hasn't had the opportunity to see many professional productions either at her college or in her home town. She has seen productions at the Met a few times when she was down in New York City. She gets wistful as she remembers the first time she waited in line for student rush tickets. It was the first and last time she brought Shannon with her, who couldn't believe they were wasting their afternoon in New York City waiting for the opportunity to buy tickets that would enable them to waste their night in New York City watching four hours of “fat people screaming at each other.” Amy had found it annoying at the time, even more so when Shannon whined through that evening's production of Rigoletto and nearly got them kicked out, but now she can't help but smile at the memory. “I hope I can find Shannon and get out of here...” she thinks to herself.
After a few minutes the diva finishes her warm-ups. Amy claps enthusiastically. The diva looks at Amy and becomes livid.
“And WHO gave you permission to watch me practice? NOBODY watches me practice! Only my dearest friends and paying patrons of the arts may experience my gift!” Her face contorts into a deformed mask of rage as the blood rushes to her head, turning it bright crimson. Amy takes some cautious steps backward; she hadn't expected such a violent reaction to her presence!
At last the chanteuse can hold in her rage no longer. She grabs her prop spear, hoists it over her shoulder, and throws it straight at Amy. Based on prior experience in this house, Amy is not willing to bet a wooden nickel, let alone her life, that this prop spear is any less deadly than a real one.
What should Amy do?