A visual story - dancing to your own beat.

The street was buzzing, the noise of buskers, conversation, and laughter  was split by the harshness of rap music. A woman in her middle years, dressed in pink and sporting a Michael Jackson hat and hair style danced to her own beat, speakers on her belt broadcasting the sound.

Very few people took notice. Had it of been in the Mall at home she would have attracted a crowd but few took notice of her with the exception of a lone man who filmed her every move on his I phone. I looked up and there was a little interest from the restaurant above.

In the mean time, the mall rolled through its normality. People tried on hats, bought umbrellas and the middle aged lady rapped.