She continued to head down the crowded sidewalk where she constantly bumped shoulders with others. Helrit was constantly moving. Every day and every night. It felt as if it never stopped for anything and when it did, something terrible must’ve happened. 

     There were TV advertisements posted on billboards, giant skyscrapers that looked down on everyone, and glass buildings that kept secrets. Cars flew up and down avenues at high-speed rates and if they weren’t speeding, they were honking. And then there were the helicopters the hovered over the city, carrying others with it so that they can admire its beauty in the lights.

     As she walked, snow began to fall from the sky and she passed by a shop selling TV’s in high definition, she overheard the news anchor wearing a bright pink cardigan talking about them and the riots that surrounded them that has been happening lately. Humans huddled around the glass window with their clean coats and soft mittens where an example TV was with a cut-out yellow star that read the words “ONLY 49.99!!”

     “The Enforcers have told us that the stream of riots has been slowing down over the past few days and they believe it is thanks to their Queen, who decided to hold a press conference at the beginning of the week.” The news anchor continued, “Queen Ingrid Jolie and of course her beautiful son, Prince Beauregard. We couldn’t have done it without them!”

The Humans who were huddled around the glass gave out this sound of amazement and she knew they had shown the queens face.

    “So that’s how she looks!” a man awed

    “I told you she was beautiful didn’t I! And she had no makeup on her face! Can you believe it!?” A woman practically shrieked.

She clucked her tongue as she began to walk faster, trying to head to the subways. Finally, she arrived at the subway station and descended down the pastel yellow brick road. Her body bobbed and weaved through the crowd that waited impatiently and patiently to buy their tickets at the booth and entered into the mouth of the golden gates where another set of stairs waited to platform 8.

     Tiredly, she stepped down, holding onto the silver bar that divided the steps down the middle. When she took her final step, she made a hard right and there she saw The Jazz Man sitting against the wall with his saxophone in between his legs and the black case to the right side. His head was leaned back and dark sunglasses covered his eyes despite the florescent lights beating down on them.

     She smiled, skipping over to him. She wanted to surprise him but his head turned and a grin flew onto his face, revealing his yellow stained teeth.

     “Welcome back Young Music Child! Come, sit by me.” He patted the newspaper he sat on his right and she obeyed. Walking around her body and sitting right by him.

     “Before I get into them questions about how that performance was, tell me!”

She braced herself, pulling her legs into her chest. There was a game between the two where he asks questions and she guesses the answer. Sometimes she is right and sometimes she is wrong.