Under normal circumstances, 'stick close' might be a tall order. But under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be in a whole new universe without the other Crystal Gems, and it wouldn't be this crowded. The city's well worth exploring, but for now, not losing the Balladeer is more important. Steven hikes up his backpack with a purposeful nod. "Got it."
He does manage to stick close to the Balladeer, in no small part because he slows his pace enough for Steven's little legs to keep up. It's impossible to keep his attention from straying, though, especially as they leave the park and hit the city streets. The buildings are so tall, taller even than the Crystal Temple. He can't look at them properly without losing his balance, so he settles for gawping at his more immediate surroundings. There's plenty to see: shop windows, newspaper stands, pigeons, an endless stream of people resolutely ignoring everything (how can they do that when everything is so awesome?).
Then the Balladeer speaks, and Steven looks back up at him. Most of his friends can sing, but his dad and Connie are the only other musicians he really knew back home. "Do you know a lot of other buskers?" he asks, already imagining the kind of jam session you could have with lots of other musician buddies. "What do they play?"
The crowd seems to be condensing around them, and Steven shifts a bit closer to the Balladeer as they start to descend a staircase. Oh, man, this must be it! "Subway," he whispers to himself in rapt anticipation.
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He does manage to stick close to the Balladeer, in no small part because he slows his pace enough for Steven's little legs to keep up. It's impossible to keep his attention from straying, though, especially as they leave the park and hit the city streets. The buildings are so tall, taller even than the Crystal Temple. He can't look at them properly without losing his balance, so he settles for gawping at his more immediate surroundings. There's plenty to see: shop windows, newspaper stands, pigeons, an endless stream of people resolutely ignoring everything (how can they do that when everything is so awesome?).
Then the Balladeer speaks, and Steven looks back up at him. Most of his friends can sing, but his dad and Connie are the only other musicians he really knew back home. "Do you know a lot of other buskers?" he asks, already imagining the kind of jam session you could have with lots of other musician buddies. "What do they play?"
The crowd seems to be condensing around them, and Steven shifts a bit closer to the Balladeer as they start to descend a staircase. Oh, man, this must be it! "Subway," he whispers to himself in rapt anticipation.