A young child, maybe around eight or nine years old, with shoulder length blonde hair and a freshly trimmed fringe sits on the plush red seat. Her little legs swing back and forth and her head sways left and right, admiring the spectacle around her.
She can see so many different people in front, to the side, up above and behind her. A man with jet black hair and a tie as blue as a smartie taps on his phone. A pretty young woman as pale as snow with hair as red as jelly-beans calls the usher for water. An older woman with peach coloured skin dusts her nose with foundation as fine as sherbet. Two tall men in tops chequered like battenburg hold hands as they briskly walk to their retractable seats.