Muses.Music.

Nope.
No one was doing anything. Instead, everyone was standing around just watching. A bunch of on lookers looking like they were watching a Hollywood movie scene being shot on location, which to be fair it really did look like it was. Couple people even pulled out their cameras just hoping to catch some action and make money from the tape. He took a look around and then hunched over and put his briefcase down against the side of the Pet Supply store. On the way up catching his shallow translucent reflection in the store window the tail wagging puppy in the background, he paused. The reflection seemed to disapprove of what it knew he was thinking of doing. Frozen in deep thought halfway crouched over the briefcase and with his head tilted to the side scenario after scenario materialized and disappeared in his mind as he thought. Nah. No. This is crazy you aren’t going to do it. Are you?
His eyes shifted back down to his briefcase handle and the latches on either side of the handle. He picked his eyes back up again and looked at the brown dog in the window yapping at him cheerfully; was it motivating or mocking him? And then he saw the scar under his eye that ruined his classical gentleman look and his quantum leaped back into time. He got the 3 centimeter scar in his last year of grade school by jumping in a fight to help a younger kid, which he barely knew existed. Not only did he get scarred from the brawl but those bullies would have it out for him pretty much everyday after that. Then he thought of how that scar made him look unprofessional and possibly changed his life. Time’s up, he turned his head back to the ground and began to bend back down.

He picked up his briefcase but didn’t continue to his car, instead he ran across the street towards the bank getting robbed, the song stuck in the back of his head all day suddenly seemed turned up in his head to deafening volumes he found himself needing to shout to hear himself think!

“Basical-ly I’m complicat-ed….I have a hard time taking… the easy way…

Flashes of his life came to him all of a sudden it was more like he was somewhere watching the whole thing on camera from a large screen that took up most of his view.

“I Wouldn’t cal-l it schiz-ophren-ic …”

He effortlessly made his way across the busy street, the people were on their cell phones which means the police could have been called and would arrive there soon, but you never know if they are bragging to their friends or calling for help.
Flash.
The look of pain on his wife’s face when he got fired for refusing to comply to company policy and cancel health insurance policies when people became too sick, despite a long history of good standing with the company.
Flash. There was a black Infiniti parked outside the bank motor still running doors open, he kept his eyes on the front door of the bank as he ran to the driver’s side.

“But I’ll be at least a two people today….if that’s okay”

Flash.
(To Be Continued)