You finally arrive at the station, go up into the cold winter light, and you try to call The Organisers, but their line is busy, and, after a while, becomes disconnected. You look around for any signs of the event, or a stage, or something to suggest that this might be the site where you would be performing. Nothing.
So you decide to perform there and then. You’ve come all this way, after all. So, you find a quiet corner and set yourself up, and begin your work. Passers by continue with their busy day; a few people stop and watch for a minute, and then disappear into the street scene. A few children play at your feet, and then they are also gone.