Gemotions

Eliza, disguised in a ridiculous wig and oversized sunglasses, couldn't stop herself from bouncing in her seat. The bustling street corner held a busker, and his rendition of “Crimson Sky” was… well, it was something. She’d written that song during a particularly bleak breakup, a testament to her despair, and now here it was, butchered with enthusiastic ineptitude. He flubbed the bridge, then grinned at the small crowd. A giggle escaped her, followed by a barely contained snort. She fumbled in her pocket for a crumpled five-dollar bill, then decided against it. Instead, she took a dramatic bow, then disappeared back into the crowd.