What sort of person would choose, not to stand at the most convenient spots along the track, but instead at the very ends, far from the exits, far from the more densely populated center?
Shy people, lonely people, one would expect. People planning to meet friends? For the end was a definite as compared to the vague "center". Couples who wanted some privacy? People from all walks of life, gathered at a point.
A red shirt with bright yellow design, bearing the legend "Mr. Happy", but owned by a man with a face far from that. Resting a cell and book on a black leather guitar case, occasionally glancing down at the phone--waiting? White on top and below--spectacles and shoes. Alone for now, till the time music could sound from his beautiful instrument again.
A man in a slightly less than formal black shirt,
