Current Transmissions:

20130624

Method Acting



They stood there looking at him. Eyes wide and full of terror, mouths dropped open as if to make primal screams. The sound of the gun going off was enough to make anyone do a double take. The culprit who had come in and fired the shot was long gone.

Max shook his head and couldn't believe what had just happened. He really wasn't expecting to get shot at all today, and had been off his guard. The group of teenagers stood there in shock, watching blood pour from the chest wound. They had never seen anyone get shot.

Max dropped to his knees. He felt a little discomfort. It felt like his chest was on fire, the bullet seemed lodged to the left of his heart. He knew that it was a fatal shot and he didn't have much time left. 

"You okay, Mr Cube?" one of the kids asked. Max didn't know which one but the voice was vaguely familiar.

"Yeah," Max said. He tried to get up but it felt like gravity was his enemy at the moment. He saw one of the girls reach for her cellphone. "No calls, please. I'm alright. Let this scene play out."

He got to a chair and pulled himself up into the seat. Ketchup. Ketchup. Ketchup, he whispered to himself. He fumbled into his vest pocket for a pack of smokes and it dropped from his hands.

Ketchup.

He reached for the pack on the floor but Kara picked it up and handed him one. He brought the cigarette sluggishly to his mouth and then fished a book of matches from out of his pants pocket, an old faded book with once golden letters declaring a place long forgotten. He flipped it open. He knew he didn't have much time left. There were two matches remaining, and he took one. 

He struck the match a few times until it lit and then he brought it up to the smoke that dangled from his lips. It took great effort and strength to do so. He sucked in the flavour of the cigarette and he closed his eyes. And he smelled ketchup. The kids were crowding around now.

"And that's what we call acting," Max said. His eyes opened and he stood up. 

"Wha...?" There was several gasps. They were stunned to find out that this was all part of the class.

Max opened up his shirt to remove a baggie that was once filled with ketchup. And he smiled.