Ever wondered why there are so many statues of people you don’t even know in this city? Well, it’s all for a cause. I’ll tell you why, through a story.

I perched myself on the cracked step of the old Museum. I’d had a bad day. Mainly because all of my fans were annoying me again. Suddnely, I heard a noise, like a stampede of bulls coming my way. “Damn it,” I sighed, getting ready for the paparazzi. Soon enough, googly pairs of eyes with cameras flashing, heavily invading my personal bubble, gawked at me.

I did what any normal celebrity would do. I turned them into stone.