The Conductor

Chapter Eleven- Cicile

I stood on top of the building in awe for a few minutes. It was beyond what I had imagined.

I forgot to mention the Conductor's clothes had changed along with mine. He was wearing a black suit that fit well around his stiff frame, and a fancy black fedora that covered his thick hair line. He wore matching dress pants and shiny black dress shoes that looked as if they had just been polished. Underneath his blazer was a white dress shirt with a red tie to top it all off.

"Shall we explore a little bit?" the Conductor asked after I had fully taken in the scene.

"Of course." I replied, turning to him.

"Come with me." he replied.

Together we ran down the stairs of the building, but after a few flights we were both out of breath and slowly walked down. When we reached the bottom we walked out of the front doors and onto the unfaded, clean sidewalks.

"Where should we go first?" I asked.

"That's a question you should answer yourself, my dear." he replied.

I hummed to myself in thought. I suddenly remembered one of the things I had always wanted to see.

"You know where I think we should go? An old-fashioned record store."

"Sounds perfect," the Conductor agreed, "There's one just a few blocks from here. In fact, the whole street seems to be dedicated to the performing arts. It seems like a perfect place to start our adventures. Let's go, shall we?"

"We shall!" I replied, linking arms with him in a friendly way.

We walked for a while while the Conductor told me some of the history of where we were at the time.

"You know, there's so much history here," the Conductor began, "You made a perfect choice when you came. This generation is home to many great music artists; Elvis Presley, The Everly Brothers--"

"Dion and the Belmonts?!?" I cut in.

"Dion and the-- What?!?" he replied.

"Dion and the Belmonts. You know, the band with the teenage heart throb named Dion and his backup singers that sing Rock and Roll music?"

The Conductor looked at me in surprise. "I'm... Afraid I don't know them...?"

"Oh, wow," I replied, "Now I'm REALLY glad we chose to go to a record store."

"You should show me their music." he replied.

"Pfft, I'm going to whether you want me to or not!" I laughed. My laughter slowly came to a stop. "I have good taste, you'll see."

We rounded one last street corner. We had arrived to the magical place of historic art and sparkling beauty.

The street we had bounded was so alive. Everywhere you looked there were musicians performing with different bands with beautifully crafted instruments and marvelous voices. The buildings were painted in a euphoria of shades and tints of the most marvelous colors you'd ever see. The sound coming from the distant land was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. I was astounded and slightly shocked. I had never expected to see something like this.

"Let's have a look around." the Conductor decided. I nodded in agreement, my mouth gaping open.

We slowly walked past the array of street bands, many anxious people surrounding every one of them.

We stopped to watch a Jazz Band for a short while. There were many Saxophone solos and percussion spotlights. There were Saxophones everywhere where we were.