153. Shattered Glass
By now Amy has a lot of practice dodging deadly objects that are hurtling toward her. With barely a conscious thought, Amy throws her body to the left, then watches as the spear hurtles past her and lodges itself in the door behind her at about waist height.
Avoiding the diva's onslaught seems only to have made her more angry. She takes a deep breath and belts out a very loud, very high note. Amy smiles smugly, as her earplugs provide ample protection from the brain-meltingly loud noise. The smile is wiped from Amy's face when she hears the sound of breaking glass from above and looks up to see that the skylight has shattered and its remnants are now plummeting toward her. Amy looks around for some kind of shelter and is torn between two choices. A tuba lies nearby; she could climb into it and wait out the glass storm in there. Alternatively, she could duck under the piano that continues, mysteriously, to accompany this desperate struggle.
What should Amy do?