I was sitting on the huge steps of the central forum, wondering if leaning against the step would leave ugly dirt stains across my back. I was scanning my quality notes, looking up every once in a while at the people around me. There were others like me on the steps, on the benches behind me, people walking about, talking smiling laughing, moving line6 speakers away and the tama drum set. Songs like somewhere over the rainbow were playing to add to the atmosphere of the bazaar. It was nice.