My feet were hurting and I was starving. That day, I had been walking around New York City non-stop, leaving a piece of my heart at Columbia earlier at noon.
7:05 PM, pizza or chicken? It didn't matter but please let's not get far into Koreatown or Chinatown. Anyhow, Chick-Fil-A it is! With my last will to walk ever again, we got up from 27th and headed uptown to the Fil-A that has a small park behind it to eat. Yeah because with the never-ending Covid hysteria, dining-in won't be available for a while.
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And yeah you guessed, the park was closed. So Where are we headed now? Times Square, because nobody there cares if you're drenched with sauce to your elbows, they've seen worse. Taking out the last waffle fry was heartbreaking, saying goodbye to the last salt-bathing side for the night.
It was then when a young lady came next to us and set up her electric guitar along with a microphone. "It's just another times square performer", that's what I said. "And she sings Spanish I won't even understand." And boy I was wrong.
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(I wish I could upload the video, but Wattpad doesn't have the feature)
After this night, I was not the same. I never knew in my entire life that I would be sending a Spanish song to my friends to transcribe its words for me to search it. Shazam failed, Google audio translate failed, even my Spanish-speaking friends failed. No one could understand a word she was singing. It was like a mystery, as if this young lady never happened, never happened...
But I ask myself, what would've happened if the park was open? What would've happened if we didn't choose to eat in the first place? What would've happened if we sat somewhere else in Times Square? Coincidence, happy, happy coincidence.
