Bast had issues with the United States. Well, on the people there. Well, on the white people there. Even the most forward thinking of them still showed a fair amount of discrimination against anyone that was darker than mildly toasted bread and had boobs. It made going where she wanted and doing what she wanted a bit difficult because there was a constant battle not only because of her skin color, but also because of her sex. Sometimes, she liked a good fight, but sometimes she just wanted to have a good time and avoid conflict. And she shouldn't always have to be a cat to do what she liked.
But as soon as she heard about what was going to be happening in Chicago, Bast knew she had to go. She'd just have to find a way. The World's Columbian Exposition was going to have all kinds of crap that she was sure would be interesting to somebody, and there was probably a pretty good chance that Thoth would be there checking out some of the stuff, especially all the electric lights and the different halls with exhibits about just about everything. Oh he'd love it all. He might even bring Seshat who'd have a good time looking at all the building and canals they'd built. Bast was there for the music.
Oh, there was something very wonderful about the fact that forty-six nations were participating. It let Bast play at being from any number of countries. Though thus far, she'd only dabbled in a few, sticking with telling people the truth. She was Egyptian. And she'd amused herself by doing the “hootchy-koochy” belly dance at Little Egypt in the midway for a time. If there was anything Bast loved as much as music, it was dancing. When she was performing with the others, the shocked and affronted stares from the leering men and judgmental women changed, as she wove her power, her very essence, into the movements the mortals saw. They didn't even know it was happening, but shoulders began to twitch, feet began to tap, and the looks became appreciative and admiring. She loved when that happened.
And she loved when she saw new music transforming the listeners too. She'd already seen Sissieretta Jones, who was a phenomenal soprano. Bast had adored her. There had also been music from around the world that had tickled her to no end. The Welsh choral competition had been sweet and touching, the Indonesian music had been fascinating, but thus far her favorite had been the Hawaiian music. Mostly because it had come with a new form of dance that she could learn: the hula.