It was a normal day, like any other, people bustling through the semi-busy streets. Waiting for their next paycheck, trying to survive, and attempting to play a broken guitar they don't know how to play. Well, at least that's what Brylow Rivas was going through, as he strummed faulty cord after faulty cord. He was normally very good with instruments. However, the guitar was one of his weakest skills. He had yet to become famous. For now, he found himself stuck in his parents’ basement playing outside of an ice cream shop. As the general manager filled out an application to get on some stupid reality show. As a random kid would flip him off from the safety of a school bus. As a woman driving a horse-drawn carriage would try to avoid eye contact, You see dear reader, this story isn't about Brylow, Or managers auditioning for dating shows, or random children, or judgemental horse riders.
Brylow was simply another poor soul, a victim of a tragic event that would break life as we know it. That day, like most people, Brylow looked up at the sky, a silent discomfort building inside of him as he was soon surrounded by thousands upon thousands of other people, all there in the plaza to look at the newly made crack in the blue morning sky revealing the cosmos and galaxies unnoticeable to the naked eye. A woman in a red suit rushed past Brylow, followed by two cameras ready to catch the sight. she stood in the center of the plaza, forcing a cheesy grin across her face.
"Thank you, Greg," the woman chirped as she clutched the red-topped microphone in her hands.
"An odd phenomenon is occurring in Boise Idaho today. An odd crack has appeared in the sky. could this...