Track 1 ♬ Action
[With Union in its current state one might not expect to hear the sound of music filling the air, but those stepping into a certain corner of the devastated city will be met with the gentle strumming of a guitar and a voice that any regular listener of the radio should find quite familiar. Following it to its source will reveal a young girl sitting with her legs crossed on a relatively unspoiled patch of land. This girl is none other than the renowned singer, Sonia Strumm.
As is to be expected, Sonia's work has been put on hold because of the heavy damage the entertainment district suffered in the attack. She's supposed to be staying at home where it's more or less safe in the meantime, but honestly, nuts to that. Union is her home; she'd much rather see its wounds with her own eyes than stick her head in the sand until everything is all better.
That said, it's certainly not an easy thing to take in. She had been too occupied with seeking shelter (at her manager's insistence, of course) to really process the destruction as it was happening. To see the crumbling towers, the rubble littering the streets, the remains of the fallen still being recovered from the wreckage? It's been a sobering experience, to say the least.
Which brings us back to the present, where Sonia has decided to take a break, and almost without thinking begun to fill the gap with music. There are no lyrics to her song, but the melody alone — slow and melancholic, yet with an underlying warmth — makes its meaning clear. An audience of wild Pokémon has formed around her, and the Swablu perched atop her head provides a warbling accompaniment to her impromptu performance.
The result is a small pocket of soothing tranquility in a city whose sanctity has been shattered.]
As is to be expected, Sonia's work has been put on hold because of the heavy damage the entertainment district suffered in the attack. She's supposed to be staying at home where it's more or less safe in the meantime, but honestly, nuts to that. Union is her home; she'd much rather see its wounds with her own eyes than stick her head in the sand until everything is all better.
That said, it's certainly not an easy thing to take in. She had been too occupied with seeking shelter (at her manager's insistence, of course) to really process the destruction as it was happening. To see the crumbling towers, the rubble littering the streets, the remains of the fallen still being recovered from the wreckage? It's been a sobering experience, to say the least.
Which brings us back to the present, where Sonia has decided to take a break, and almost without thinking begun to fill the gap with music. There are no lyrics to her song, but the melody alone — slow and melancholic, yet with an underlying warmth — makes its meaning clear. An audience of wild Pokémon has formed around her, and the Swablu perched atop her head provides a warbling accompaniment to her impromptu performance.
The result is a small pocket of soothing tranquility in a city whose sanctity has been shattered.]