Someone else had been busking not too far off, playing guitar and doing a little singing. Johnny was out there nearly every day, even when it was too cold to feel his fingers. It's not hard to notice someone new moving in, especially when the usually flow of tips (or hecklers) suddenly seem to dry up.

A strange-looking man watched him for a few moments, and internally, Johnny can't deny he's not good. Especially since he can't dance to save his life, musician or not. He's a little jealous since Zack seems to be getting more tips and less harassment than he did, even though Johnny played very well. He doesn't recognize the dancer, and has a feeling he's not one of the citizens.

"Huh. Good job, man. You oughta be workin' a theater, not out here on the streets."