Alan stared up at the towering Universal Studios entrance arch, mentally processing how he had ended up here of all places. When he had agreed to this family outing, he had pictured something calm, maybe a quiet park with open grass or at most an art gallery with soft background music. What he had not imagined was this buzzing epicenter of noise, color, and energy. The morning air practically vibrated with squeals of excitement and endless chatter, the sound of thousands of visitors pouring through the gates like there was no tomorrow.
Samuel, always the responsible one and practically a model employee of the year even outside of his actual job, whipped out his phone faster than anyone could blink. "I will get us the special treatment right away, sir," he said with crisp efficiency. "We can skip all these crazy lines."
