"It's some kind of computer thing," Amy confirmed, "although I don't know too much about it.  His songs have been pretty hit and miss with me."  She was about to pull up another, similar song from another group, when everyone started getting ready.  "Remind me to play you 'Skool Daze' later."<br/><br/>For everyone who wanted her phone number, she was happy to give it out, but she soon started getting into the mindset necessary for her task.  Her headphones slipped down around her ears with a soft tug, and she carried the box to the edge of the sidewalk where the building construction lay.<br/><br/>Some time ago, there had been plans to build another department store, but it just never happened.  Not enough people wanted to shop who couldn't simply go to the mall down the street, but it wasn't realized until the framework of the three story building already laid in I-beams.<br/><br/>Hooking the end of the ribbon to her jeans, Amy laid down the box upon the street, the soft clang keeping the box secure with the small weights inside.  She then jumped, kicking off the side of a wall to give herself enough leverage to make the jump.  Instead of simply landing, however, her next step kicked off, reaching out for the next section to grab onto the center of a beam, rusted down and warped by rain and improper structure placement.  The ribbon moved along with her, periodically slackened by her hand to make sure that she had more than enough to keep going without causing any tension.<br/><br/>Around and around she moved, and with each jump, each leap and hop, every time she darted between two of the beams, the ribbon trailed around.  It didn't take very long to see what she was doing: she was gift-wrapping the entire structure.  However, it would take her quite a while.  Thankfully she had her music to keep her company.