Black Butler and the Modern Reader S1

03 | The Queen's Butler

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I wake up early the next morning to make sure I'm not late to meet Ash in the alley... Damn, that just sounds wrong. I find something nice to wear, since I am meeting up with the glorious Queen of England herself. It wasn't anything too fancy, just a dark grey button up I found in my closet, black pants, and the jacket I bought yesterday from that store in the Black Butler world. I'd be lying if I said I'm not nervous. I've never met a queen before.

I eat a quick breakfast of an egg sandwich made with scrambled eggs with a glass of apple juice to drink before putting on black, knee high boots and my fedora. I'm sure to grab Teddy before going into the television to get into the other dimension. There's quite a bit of time to kill until the butler in white drops by to get me, so I ponder what song I should perform while I wait. I'm getting a permit for this after all; I might as well make a career of it. I search through my phone before finding the perfect one. A smile appears on my face as I set up the instrumental. I place my hat on the ground like I did yesterday, so I can collect money, before I begin.

Play Song:

"Now, I'm the king of the swingers,
Oh, the jungle VIP.
I've reached the top,
But I had to stop,
And that's what's bothering me." My foot taps along to the music that plays as I start out. I caught some gazes, but nobody stopped yet.

"I wanna be a man, man cub," I place a hand over my heart and take a few steps forward. I probably look crazy singing to myself in an alley, but hey! It worked last time, didn't it?

"And stroll right into town!
And, be just like those other men.
I'm tired of monkeying around!
Oh, Obie do!
I wanna be like you-ou-ou!
I wanna walk like you,
Talk like you,
Too-oo!
You see, it's true-ue-ue,
An ape like me-ee-ee
Can learn to be human too-oo-oo."

I've gained four audience members now. None have paid me, but that's all right. I'm pretty much doing this for fun anyway. From the corner of my eye, I spot a little boy peeking in on my performance. His small body looks frail, and his disheveled, blonde hair is coated in a greasy layer of filth. A small smile appears on my face, for I was about to make this kid's day. I strut towards the child as I sing the next line.