Courthouse Square Freeze

Before the busy lunch hour at Courthouse Square had begun, Rodney's and Lisa's groups set up a camera on the stairs overlooking the Square. A few documenters headed out to find good angles while the performers started milling around the space. "How about those cows?" boomed from the stairs and the performers froze mid-step with cellphones at hand. The people in line for their asian chicken didn't look up, neither did the groups around the fountain. The odd phrase went unnoticed as well as the dozen statues that had taken over the center of the Square. As the groups began to look up from their meals and the customers meandered around looking for a spot to eat the new installation was noted. The people around the fountain laughed and chatted about what might be going on. The people eating lunch chewed, eyes flickering from us to other people watching, before throwing away their wrappers and walking hurriedly around the outskirts of the square. We all concentrated on breathing noiselessly, ignoring that itch on our foreheads, and double checking that our knees are still not locked. A few ladies walked through us, yelped, and scurried to the side. They giggled as they took in their surroundings and walked around us. I heard them stop behind me and gaze. I resisted turning around and looking back at them as they slowly circled us, looking intently at our positions and expressions. They walked through us laughing and staring one more time. We held position for a few more difficult minutes then "How about those cows?" rang through the Square a second time. I struggled to stay in character, hiding my grin and finishing my fake phone conversation. A couple people clapped, others asked us some questions, and still others shrugged it off and hurried back to work. Thank God for the people who asked questions, even though we didn't answer any.