Easter Chocolate Meltdown

On the 22nd September no one foresaw such a big night having such humongous consequences. But, one huge mistake leads to the world's pre-eminent conductor meeting a particularly sticky end, who would have thought this could happen, to someone so famous and popular. Let this be a lesson to us all, love can make people do crazy things and behave in the most unlikely of ways.

Nicholas Darwin, the legendary pianist, was dumbstruck when he discovered his gravest fear was a reality. His beautiful wife, 20 years his junior, was being unfaithful, and not just with anyone, with the world's pre-eminent conductor, his friend, Phillip Andrews.

The voice in Nicholas' head told him to take revenge on the cheating tart, Juliette. It had been so sweet at the beginning of their relationship; he had wooed her with secret deliveries of her favourite chocolate.

Oh! my, monsieur," she had simpered, upon discovering it was him, "Ow do you know zees chocolate are my, eh, 'ow do you say? My favourite?" He melted like the chocolate at the sound of her syrupy, thick, heavily accented voice. Within two months they were married, everything had been heavenly. Then the syrupy accent started to slip, and Nicholas began to wonder if she was playing him.

"What a fool I have been," He chided himself, "well, no more."

Nicholas became paranoid, watching her every move, checking her phone when she left it. Then he saw it, the text, the one she had forgotten to delete. Or was it the one she wanted to go back to time and again? He didn't know nor care; he just wanted the man dead for laying his hands on his beautiful Juliette, and for her to suffer like he is suffering now.

"I insist that I do my next concert on Easter Sunday, at Carnegie Hall to a sold-out crowd with the legendary Phillip Andrews as my conductor," Nicholas said to his long-suffering agent, James. "I will accept no substitute for this monumental concert." He folded his arms showing the discussion was over. James sighed, rolled his eyes and agreed to make the necessary arrangements.

"One more thing," Nicholas said slowly, "I have a special surprise for my wife at the end of the concert. Therefore, she must sit front row and centre." James nodded muttering under his breath about prima donnas as he walked away.

The night of the show, Nicholas had orchestrated everything; he clicked the switch under his piano, as he played his last chord, to set his plan in motion. The chandelier dropped and swung wiping out Phillip.

Unbeknown to Nicholas someone had tampered with his booby-trapped chandelier. He saw it too late and was taken out with his love rival, as his wife sat at the centre of the front row. Feigning horror while secretly rubbing her hands in glee at the double inheritance she had just earned. With a bite of her chocolate, she left the theatre.

Juliette slipped into the waiting limousine with its blacked-out windows.

"We did it! We're rich, James." She rejoiced, all traces of her accent gone. They sipped champagne as they left the crime scene. Simultaneously they started to choke, reaching for their throats as the poison from the champagne begins to take effect. The limousine slowed, and slowed until it eventually ground to a halt with it's deseased occupants.

Nichols left from the back door of the theatre to drive off into the sunset. Glad he'd switched with his twin at the interval, a glimmer of regret at the loss of his brother who would never amount to anything so all is fair in love and war in his eyes.