What was better than this? A day filled with sun kissing her face through the slits between tall buildings, taut music notes in the air, glorious applause, people emptying their pockets — Zoe couldn’t ask for more. She bent at the waist, her hair tumbling forward in a red wave, and lingered there for a moment as she took it all in. When she finally straightened, she flipped her hair back in place, or, more accurately, attempted to. “What the fuck, I love you all so much!?” she said around the ginger strands catching in her mouth. “Don’t tell anyone, but you’re the best crowd I’ve had yet!” Which could possibly, potentially be true, but, hey, Zoe was never one for factchecking. “As much as I’d love to continue my torrid love affair with New York, all good things end and I can’t be tied down.” She would have laughed if she wasn’t paranoid someone may have been in on the joke. Instead she settled for a rueful sigh. “Dream of me! Or follow Eraserhead’s social media to see more of this face. And also the faces of my bandmates Leo Corruci, Alexa Cox and Theo Baptiste. We’re all pretty hot but I’m not biased or anything.”
Sealing her salutation with a blown kiss and a wink at no one in particular, Zoe started to pack up for the day. She gently placed her guitar, still shiny from minimal wear, into its case atop of all the money she collected. It was enough to pour out on the floor in her apartment and roll in with her bandmates, which perfectly summarized her night plans. Just as she clicked it closed, a shadow approached, someone she’d seen in the crowd who must’ve lingered behind. She lifted her head, squinting up at whoever her new company was. God, she should invest in some sunglasses. “Sorry, kiddo. Requests are closed, unless you’re really making it worth my while.”
