Once upon a time, I had just opened up my cafe shop at the corner of Broad street and Chang Avenue. But that was a long time ago. It is now a very popular place and it's always swarming with costumers. I was surprised that I even had the time to answer a personal phone call from my cousin Lui. He told me about how he was allowed to show movies to us and start his own cinema. He offered me free showings but I had to turn him down because I wanted Aunt Chun to get better. It dawned on me that he was not in school. 'Lui what did you do?' I had asked him.
'Uh...... I punched a guy.' I would have thought he would have been sent home for clinging to someone for a very long time and told that he needed a break from all of his excitement.
That was then. Here is the now:

"Bye Alice, I hope your child feels better." A woman nodded at me as I closed the door behind her. It was past closing time but I had let her in as an exception. I sometimes give her free food because her family is one of the poorer ones and her child is almost always sick from the cold. Late spring and early and mid-summer are the only times the kid is even allowed outside of his house. It is strange how the hospitals are great here but the doctors are too poor to do anything for simple patients but checkups... maybe.
I turned out the lights and locked the door as I left for my apartment. I turned to check my twitter (I still don't know why I have it)It talked about a distant region and a king dying. A while ago I posted something about Mufasa from The Lion King and it wound up on their pages. As i walked down the stone and brick streets, I found my way to an odd place. It was a fountain with sliver and white flowers carved into the white bowl. In the center was a large stone statue of a (Supposedly) goddess. Her hair was shoulder length and brushed out of her face. Her eyes were blindfolded and she held an empty basket in front of her.
"Thorliskali." a voice came from behind him. "Or should I say, Modesty. It is said that she blindfolded herself so that she wouldn't see all the great things she has done. She empties her basket for all but herself."
I turned around to see a very bored looking girl behind me.
"Do you mind leaving? I would like to practice." He monotone voice never wavered and I noticed she was holding a violin in her hands. "I thought no one came here at this time of night but I guess I was wrong. Some of the kids at school are at my other spot vandalizing so I just decided to come here. They only do it once a month."
"Will you play your violin for me? Then I will leave." I was very intrigued with her. It was only a rumor to me that a girl played a violin near midnight. People at the cafe said that if you heard it, you could even feel the person's emotions and on occasions, her dreams.
"... Fine. but then you have to leave." She placed her violin to her chin then started to play "Op.1: Caprice no. 24 in A minor". I didn't know how I knew that but I was in a trance at her playing.
When she finished she looked straight at me and told me to leave.
Once I got over to my house I realized that there was no emotion or anything to it. She was just showing off her skill and nothing more.