The stone step's cold soaked through Harvey's pants, his breath lightly misting in the night air. He was resting on the doorstep of a rarely entered shop, on the corner of a turn of the 21st century street. A small crowd had gathered around the man next to him; strumming away on his guitar for spare change. He wasn't singing, and it wasn't any popular jig or ditty that his hands brought forth, but he was really, just, there, in the music, and people wanted to listen.
The genre was hard, impossible to place, and it didn't follow a pattern, it just flowed, and people were drawn to it. Feet were tapping, people were starting to lightly clap to the beat, and some tried to just hum along with the fluxing tune. It was a good feeling, just to be there, and he didn't feel cold.
The sidewalk was full, now, and some members of the audience were even standing in the road, and a nearby street café was filling up, simply from the ambience. A sharp ring pierced the air, and a business suit turned the corner. Cell phone to his ear, he was nearly yelling, shouting about some, when you get down to it, meaningless business proposition to some other guy in a suit in cushy leather chair on the other end. He came to the edge of the crowd, creating an even greater disturbance in the recently blissful scene.
He rammed his way through, briefcase in front, much to the dismay of the many. No one's looks or shouts of protest fazed him in the slightest, and he kept on pushing. The guitar kept playing, the same as before.
When the suit broke through to the small clearing around Harvey and the musician, he paused, momentarily, but the guitarist's fingers kept on strumming. The man brought his cell phone down, and everybody around brightened: surely this man, obviously endowed with wealth, well be able to give this fellow something more than us, to share his monetary luck. "Play a little quieter, would you? I'm having a business conversation here." The phone was back to his ear, and his chat resumed.
Harvey grabbed the phone and smashed it against the nearby building. The man fixed him with a menacing stare, and began to state some legal prattle, but was cut short when Harvey's fist slammed into his face. Then man stumbled, and collapsed in a heap against the wall. A slight cheer spread through the crowd. Harvey motioned for the guitarist, momentarily paused, to resume his strumming. The people applauded, and the moment went on.
There were quite a few who looked to congratulate, and thank, Harvey for his deed, but, by the time the thought came back to them, the doorstep was empty, and he was gone.