**The present is my past; in your future my present awaits. **
She picked up her bags and looked around her. Where on earth had this train taken her? She should have just flown like her father had asked her to. But no, she was too stuck on taking a train like she'd never get the chance again. This is what she gets! She took a look around her.
This was not 21st Century New York City. This hardly looked like 21st Century New anything. The streets she had stepped foot on were not pavement but a mix of dirt and cobblestone. The buildings were old and tattered, most not too tall. The cobblestone streets were filled with hurrying people all dressed as if this was the turn of the 19th century.
She was not one to be anything but calm so she took this all in as rationally as possible. She sat, deep in thought, about her next move. She looked straight ahead of her and saw a sign at a building that said "Now Hiring: Stage Performer."
On a whim, she started walking towards the building. Taking the chance as this seemed to be what was in store for her and her desire to "start over" in New York, she walked up to the doors and entered the building. A beautiful red-headed woman walked by and stopped when she saw Amy standing in the doorway with her suitcases.
"Vhat can I do for you, Miss?" The woman asked in a thick Swedish accent.
"Uh.I was wondering about your need for a performer."
"Vell, you have come to de right person." The woman took her into a lavishly decorated room. "I'm Medda, the owner of the place."
"My name is Amethyst. Amy for short. I'm a little new to New York." Amy said as Medda nodded understandingly.
"Do you sing? Dance?"
"I do both. A little different than what you're probably familiar with but it could be a new, fresh sight on your stages if you're willing to try something new." Amy replied, hoping to catch her interest.
"I thought so." Medda smiled at a confused Amy. "I could tell there was something different, something new about you the second I laid eyes on you."
Amy nodded.
"You're not from here, are you?" Medda asked, knowing what the answer would be.
"No. Not any type of 'here' you're talking about."
"What year, exactly, are you from?"
"When I left on the train to New York, it was 3:00 on May 30, 2000. How- how'd you know.?"
"Well, you said you were on a train. Trains can't fit in alleys, and I saw you step out of nowhere at the end of the alley looking pretty confused. I guess you could just say it was intuition." Medda chuckled.
Amy smiled, nodding. "So do you think I could work here? I kind of need it since I can't use my money.being that it's dated a hundred years from now."
"I would have hired you anyway." Medda answered, laughing. "You strike me as a natural."
Amy giggled happily as she had found a job she was sure to love. "Thank you Medda, thank you so much!"
"Anything for you." Medda answered.
"Can this be our little secret? For now?" Amy asked.
"Of course, dear. Let's go find you a place to stay."
She picked up her bags and looked around her. Where on earth had this train taken her? She should have just flown like her father had asked her to. But no, she was too stuck on taking a train like she'd never get the chance again. This is what she gets! She took a look around her.
This was not 21st Century New York City. This hardly looked like 21st Century New anything. The streets she had stepped foot on were not pavement but a mix of dirt and cobblestone. The buildings were old and tattered, most not too tall. The cobblestone streets were filled with hurrying people all dressed as if this was the turn of the 19th century.
She was not one to be anything but calm so she took this all in as rationally as possible. She sat, deep in thought, about her next move. She looked straight ahead of her and saw a sign at a building that said "Now Hiring: Stage Performer."
On a whim, she started walking towards the building. Taking the chance as this seemed to be what was in store for her and her desire to "start over" in New York, she walked up to the doors and entered the building. A beautiful red-headed woman walked by and stopped when she saw Amy standing in the doorway with her suitcases.
"Vhat can I do for you, Miss?" The woman asked in a thick Swedish accent.
"Uh.I was wondering about your need for a performer."
"Vell, you have come to de right person." The woman took her into a lavishly decorated room. "I'm Medda, the owner of the place."
"My name is Amethyst. Amy for short. I'm a little new to New York." Amy said as Medda nodded understandingly.
"Do you sing? Dance?"
"I do both. A little different than what you're probably familiar with but it could be a new, fresh sight on your stages if you're willing to try something new." Amy replied, hoping to catch her interest.
"I thought so." Medda smiled at a confused Amy. "I could tell there was something different, something new about you the second I laid eyes on you."
Amy nodded.
"You're not from here, are you?" Medda asked, knowing what the answer would be.
"No. Not any type of 'here' you're talking about."
"What year, exactly, are you from?"
"When I left on the train to New York, it was 3:00 on May 30, 2000. How- how'd you know.?"
"Well, you said you were on a train. Trains can't fit in alleys, and I saw you step out of nowhere at the end of the alley looking pretty confused. I guess you could just say it was intuition." Medda chuckled.
Amy smiled, nodding. "So do you think I could work here? I kind of need it since I can't use my money.being that it's dated a hundred years from now."
"I would have hired you anyway." Medda answered, laughing. "You strike me as a natural."
Amy giggled happily as she had found a job she was sure to love. "Thank you Medda, thank you so much!"
"Anything for you." Medda answered.
"Can this be our little secret? For now?" Amy asked.
"Of course, dear. Let's go find you a place to stay."