It wasn't raining in Ankh-Morpork. This had come as a big surprise to Imp. What had also come as a surprise was how fast money went. So far he'd lost three dollars and twenty-seven pence. He'd lost it because he'd put it in a bowl in front of him while he played, in the same way that a hunter puts out decoys to get ducks. The next time he'd looked down, it had gone. People came to Ankh-Morpork to seek their fortune. Unfortunately, other people sought it too. And people didn't seem to want bards, even ones who'd won the mistletoe award and centennial harp in the big Eisteddfod in Llamedos. He'd found a place in one of the main squares, tuned up and played. No-one had taken any notice, except sometimes to push him out of the way as they hurried past and, apparently, to nick his bowl. Eventually, just when he was beginning to doubt that he'd made the right decision in coming here at all, a couple of watchmen had wandered up.
'That's a harp he's playing, Nobby,' said one of them, after watching Imp for a while.
'Lyre.'
'No, it's the honest truth, I'm-'
The fat guard frowned and looked down. 'You've just been waiting all your life to say that, ain't you, Nobby,' he said. ' I bet you was born hoping that one day someone'd say “That's a harp” so you could say “lyre”, on account of it being a pun or play on words. Well, har har.'
Imp stopped playing. It was impossible to continue, in the circumstances. 'It is a harp, actualllly,' he said. 'I won it in-'
'Ah, you're from Llamedos, right?' said the fat guard. 'I can tell by your accent. Very musical people, the Llamedese.'
'Sounds like garglin' with gravel to me,' said the one identified as Nobby. 'You got a licence, mate?'
'Llicence?' said Imp. 'Very hot on licences, the Guild of Musicians,' said Nobby. 'They catch you playing music without a licence, they take your instrument and they shove-'
'Now, now,' said the other watchman. 'Don't go scaring the boy.'
'Let's just say it's not much fun if you're a piccolo player,' said Nobby.
'But surelly music is as free as the air and the sky, see,' said Imp.
'Not round here it's not. Just a word to the wise, friend,' said Nobby. 'I never ever heard of a Guilld of Musicians,' said Imp.
'It's in Tin Lid Alley,' said Nobby. 'You want to be a musician, you got to join the Guild.'
Imp had been brought up to obey the rules. The Llamedese were very law-abiding. 'I shallll go there directlly,' he said. The guards watched him go.
'He's wearing a nightdress,' said Corporal Nobbs.
'Bardic robe, Nobby,' said Sergeant Colon. The guards strolled onwards. 'Very bardic, the Llamedese.'
~Soul Music (Terry Pratchett)
To get the final co-ordinates:
When I said that I will call you, squeeze you a little bit of love
This one, said he wants to buy you rockets
Your eyes are the size of the moon
The fire has gone the big trees stand
Is when the sun comes shining through
And the moon is out and the stars are bright
Your brothers, they echo the words
Everybody in the car, so come on, let's ride
Somebody send out for the night nurse
I can feel my spine begin to crack
You're the soldiers of the new world
Did you ever see such a sight in your life?
Find a balance in the middle of the chaos
Dresser drawers are filled with pocket change
Emptiness is loneliness and loneliness is cleanliness
I want somebody to speed it up for me
If I'd say black was white, you'd say it was grey
It's something I do remember to never go this far, that's all it takes to be a star
Hold me, love me, hold me, love me
Sleep sweet child, the moon will change your mind