Lindsey was not an easily distracted person. Even as a child she was always focused in school and at home. The few times her mind would wonder to something else it would not be for long and she would quickly resume her focus. Today, however, rather than focusing on getting to her class and preparing for assignments, Lindsey Luna Politis was fixated the sound of a reed pipe. The song was so sad as it flowed through the air, like leaves in autumn.
She stood on the sidewalk, hoping to listen a little longer. The traffic light turned green so people could walk across the street. Some bumped into Lindsey giving her cold glares and telling her to move it. She looked at her watch. She still had ten minutes until class started. Not wanting to trouble anymore citizens with her loitering and suddenly desperate to discover to discover the source of the music, she stepped away from the crosswalk and followed the melody.
She expected to see speakers for some tourist attraction. What she saw was a l