Then a shot went off outside in front of the house.

You've got to believe the shot is going to fall.

Every day I feel like my shot is going to go in.

She wouldn't go home until the last shot went in.

The second shot went off a little better, since by now I knew what to expect.

"I thought some big shot was going to be here tonight."

A second shot went past her: hit the back wall.

Her first shot went wide; she had no chance for a second one.

A shot that appears to be going in, but instead goes back out.

"The next shot goes through your head," came a voice from behind.