Singer's City (Original text)

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I walked upstairs and slung my backpack onto my cot, then walked to the nursery. I found my little brother Daniel still napping. I let him sleep. He should be up in an hour or so. Meanwhile, I made my way to the head office. Jinxx had his feet up on his desk and he was strumming his electric guitar. I dumped the papers Mr. Purdy had given me on his his desk, along with the pen I 'stole'.
"Agh. Paperwork. Why do I have to have this job," Jinxx groaned.
"Cause you chose it, stupid. Come on." I sat on his desk and took a piece of gum. I chewed as he signed the papers. Finally, he gave them back to me and I went to my bed and flopped down. I shoved the papers in my backpack and took out my phone.
I scrolled through tumblr. A reported any hate I saw, and sent comforting messages to the receivers of the hate. I smiled grimly. I didn't get hate, but I didn't get love either. Only a bit of friendship from the boys.
I heard commotion at the front door, with the familiar banging of instrument cases banging against walls. I grinned and pushed my phone into my pocket. I ran to greet them. I took Mr. Purdy's, or should I say Ash's, bass guitar as he helped Mr. Coma, AKA C.C., with the drums. They weren't kept in the orphanage for fear of little hands finding them. I carried the guitar to the auditorium and dropped it on the bleachers backstage. I stood back as they brought everything else in.
And then the music started.