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It was noisy. People everywhere, a hundred
conversations all around him. Outdoor shops, street
entertainers, and hundreds of ordinary pedestrians.
A typical day, on the path to one of the probably busiest
streets in Europe.
Yet, Ansel paid no attention. For him, it might as well not have existed.
Making his way through the crowds, a duffel bag
over his right shoulder, he was lost in the music in his
headphones, and the memories of days gone by.
His raven hair slightly mussed he paid no attention as few
younger and older ladies sighed in awe as he glided past them.
Hiding a yawn behind his hand as he threaded down the
streets, he wondered why a huge crowd was gathering in
front of one of the usually empty cafe there. Frowning, he
didn't know whether he should continue with his plan to have
a rest at the said shop.
Sighing to himself, he decided to just turn around, but
not until when he heard a girl squeal saying that a famous
singer was actually spotted around there. That thing had actually
piqued his attention, not because the said person was famous, but
rather, because he was a singer. Ansel, after all, was actually fixated
with music. Deciding that he should at least wait to see who
this mysterious singer is, he had had sat down on one of the
benches at the other side of the street, away from the
squealing ladies yet near enough to spot the said singer.
conversations all around him. Outdoor shops, street
entertainers, and hundreds of ordinary pedestrians.
A typical day, on the path to one of the probably busiest
streets in Europe.
Yet, Ansel paid no attention. For him, it might as well not have existed.
Making his way through the crowds, a duffel bag
over his right shoulder, he was lost in the music in his
headphones, and the memories of days gone by.
His raven hair slightly mussed he paid no attention as few
younger and older ladies sighed in awe as he glided past them.
Hiding a yawn behind his hand as he threaded down the
streets, he wondered why a huge crowd was gathering in
front of one of the usually empty cafe there. Frowning, he
didn't know whether he should continue with his plan to have
a rest at the said shop.
Sighing to himself, he decided to just turn around, but
not until when he heard a girl squeal saying that a famous
singer was actually spotted around there. That thing had actually
piqued his attention, not because the said person was famous, but
rather, because he was a singer. Ansel, after all, was actually fixated
with music. Deciding that he should at least wait to see who
this mysterious singer is, he had had sat down on one of the
benches at the other side of the street, away from the
squealing ladies yet near enough to spot the said singer.