The first time I heard music had been completely by accident. I could never quite remember where the noise came from, but I can still recall every note. Over the years, I have convinced myself that there had been a group playing music that day. Someone with a guitar and skillful hands. A man with a cluster of bells. A pair of lips sealing around a whistle. I regretted missing the opportunity to watch them play. I'd never seen a musician before. Still haven't. But I think maybe I imagined the song itself and my parents' rush to get me back to the chute train. After all, who in their right mind would play music out in public in a city like Apocrypha?