lways a wealth of suspense when a busker begins to set up for the day. For many, the curiosity will never be satisfied as their suitcase guides them to their next meeting or they run sheepishly to a bus that they’ll narrowly miss. But I had nowhere to be, so I took a seat on the raw marble base of the Queen Victoria Statue to wait for a young girl to finish connecting her microphone. Her friend sat nearby in support, egging her on to help overcome any initial nerves.