Sergio is the last to enter, pushing his way in as the doors are closing. He flexes his fingers and caresses the keys of his accordion. A collective groan echoes its way down the carriage as a rousing tune begins.
Sergio sings: “I’m a billionaire! Give me a quid, I’ll give you twenty. Do you want money? I have plenty!”
Commuters stay still, glazed eyes avert his.
Sergio then spots the array of headphones. With a sign he exits the train, his pockets full of cash.