At la Marshall, where considerably loud music is always played.
Joshua: Why, Tony?
T: I was attacked yesterday.
J: WHAT?
T: I was attacked last night.
J: Good god. What happened?
T: I was just waiting for the bus outside, when two or three men came to me. They were locals; I've seen them around before, but I always knew they were up to no good. But one comes towards me and goes to grab my bag...
T: I was just waiting for the bus outside, when two or three men came to me. They were locals; I've seen them around before, but I always knew they were up to no good. But one comes towards me and goes to grab my bag...
[music grows louder]
J: Oh... What they take?
T [can't hear over the music]: HUH?
J: WHAT DID THEY TAKE?
J: WHAT DID THEY TAKE?
[music grows louder]
T: They didn't take anything. I just fwap [blocks his chest with a knife hand block] like it was instinct. And then I pivot-
J [can't hear over the music]: -You WHAT?
T: I pivot. Like Agosto teaches us to do for ochos. I pivot, then I ran. Luckily a bus was coming, so I ran in front of the bus and kept going down the street. While the men were waiting for the bus to pass, I was already three blocks away.
J: Oh. Wow. Tango saved your life.
T: Yes, Agosto would get a kick out of that. And this happened at 10 o'clock at night. You would think it would happen much later, when less people are around.
[music grows louder]
J: This was after tango last night?
T [can't hear over music]: This was WHAT?
J: AFTER TANGO LAST NIGHT?
T: Yes, after our class. What time did you catch the bus?
J: Maybe 2 in the morning, like usual.
T [can't hear over music]: This was WHAT?
J: AFTER TANGO LAST NIGHT?
T: Yes, after our class. What time did you catch the bus?
J: Maybe 2 in the morning, like usual.
T: Good thing you weren't attacked like I was.
J: Yeah, but only because the police were driving up and down the alley every five minutes.
T: Lucky for you.
[music grows louder]
J: Yeah... But trust me, I do get paranoid. Sometimes a group of people would pass and I debate on whether or not I should get my knife out.
T [can't hear over music]: You debate WHAT?
J: I DEBATE ON-
T: WHAT?!?!
J [yelling]: I DEBATE ON WHETHER OR NOT I SHOULD-
J [yelling]: I DEBATE ON WHETHER OR NOT I SHOULD-
[music abruptly stops]
J [yelling]: -GET MY KNIFE OUT.
[Tango dancers and people at tables turn to stare at the yelling American.]
J: How many people do you think speak English here?
T: Oh, all of them.
T: Oh, all of them.
J: Oh, good.
[Knife Wielder?]
