The Giants scored and the first half was now tied.

And now it was the part of the game the Hazel
actually understood the fundamentals of.

The halftime show.

And her favorite artist was performing: Lady Gaga.

She loved Gaga. She was gaga for Gaga.

"REYNA! DO YOU WANNA GET SOME FOOD BEFORE GAGA STARTS?" She screamed over the crowd.

"WHAT?" Reyna screamed.

"DO YOU. WANT TO. GET SOME. FOOOOOOD?!" Hazel screamed.

"OHHH. YEAH OKAY!" Reyna shouted back.

The girls left their seats and went to get some hot dogs.

Suddenly a white man, probably in his late thirties, with long brown hair, yelled something foreign. He pulled a small black cube with a black button on it. He pressed it and a boom went off.

In the middle of the field.

Last Hazel saw Frank was on the field.

Suddenly men and women of all ages and color yelled the same foreign chant.

Some pressed identical buttons and others started shooting wildly.

One struck Hazel in the arm. It hurt like hell, but she had to find someplace to hide. And where was Reyna?

Hazel tripped over someone on the ground.

It was Reyna. With a bullet through her head.

Hazel vomitted. Her head was spinning. Her best friend dead on the ground. And her fiancé could also be dead. Hazel passed out.