Sad spell

I was twenty feet from the celedon when a lot of things happened at once.
The golden singer belted out a note so powerful I could hear it through the wax plugs. Her voice was hearth re akingly sad, filled with long¬ ing, Even muffled through the wax, it made me want to break down and cry — which is what several thousand people around Times Square did. Cars stopped. Police and tourists fell to their knees, weeping, hugging each other in consolation,

Then I became aware of a different sound — Grover, frantically strumming his lyre. I couldn't exactly hear it, but I could feel the tremor of magic rippling through the air, shaking the stage under my feet

The good news: It sort of worked, A brick wall erupted from the stage between me and the celedon, knocking over the mike stand and in¬ terrupting her song. The bad news: By the time I figured out what was going on, I couldn’t stop my momentum. I ran straight into the wall, which wasn’t mortared, so I promptly collapsed on top of the celedon along with about a thousand bricks.

TSoA pg.25-26