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"Who would've thought being a ghost would come with boredom," Ember mumbled sarcastically to herself, her back pressed against a bricked wall, guitar leaning next to her. Naturally, the lifetime of a ghost was an eternity, leaving only so much to do in such a span of time. She loved her guitar, loved feeling the strings vibrate melodies under her capable fingers but, at some point, variety was always refreshing.

Sighing, seeing not a soul on the open street, undead or alive, her hands soon found themselves returning to her precious guitar, fingers moving of their own accord over the frets. Soon, however, a figure began approaching; whether to her, or simply to pass her, Ember had no idea, but a grin plastered across her features nonetheless. "Come to admire, sugar?"

    {{♫ ♪}} "Pssst!"

                       "Pssst! Up here!"

Pinkie's head popped down from above, so she was practically nose-to-nose with the person opposite her, and she grinned widely. 

"Hi there! SURPRISE!"

She couldn't help but giggle - her legs wrapped around one of the lower beams as she swung upside down from it. Why was she doing that?

The young boy was on Spring Break with his parents, who decided to travel all the way to New York for no real reason. Norman didn't really like the big city, there was to many living people, and a small amount of ghosts he could talk to...

But while walking down the road, the sun was almost about to set, the clouds reflecting the light, taking a pink and orange shade --very pretty-- but the boy was distracted by something. A young ghost, who was clearly freaking out... He's probably new, just died...

Norman made his way to the potion of the side walk the ghost was at, luckily a bit away from the waves of people on the streets,