She stared at the $3,000 dollar shoes that Designer, Leonardo Ricco made especially for her appearance that night. Saying, “Purple brings out the red of The Cube,” Ricco buckled the elegant straps.

The limo stopped.

A silk leg slid out through the limousine door as Hollywood’s newest star made her first appearance in New York. The Paparazzi had been tipped off about her trip. But that was planned. Vivian Price did not care about the cube, nor, for that matter, to visit the scum city of NYC. Rather, that it was a publicity stunt; created to build at the actress’s ever growing persona.

A violin tickled her ears. It pierced her, making her a toy doll, and the violinist her owner. A giant sweeping crescendo sent her eyes out across the square, looking for the musician. He should be tipped, she thought. Indeed she had the money.

But a bright shine caught her eye coming from Isaac’s Burger Shack. She recognized the gun, and dashed into the limo. As she left,

Gun Shot!

The violin screamed to a stop.