8:35 a.m, Saturday
I woke up on the couch to my friend Sky strumming my ukulele. We smiled at each other as I began humming the lyrics to the song she was playing. I loved having her around. Everywhere she went, she brought a sense of warmth and friendliness with her. She always looked on the bright side of things, but was understanding when other people weren't able to do the same. The best kind of friend, if you will. She made me feel like I was important to someone.
"Where to today?" She asked, looking at me with hopeful eyes.
"Maybe just go for a walk, take some pictures, play a little music?" I smiled back.
Four years ago, Sky and I moved here, to Boston. We both love it here. The late-night lights, talented residents. People here are so proud to be from this city. I think it's safe to say I am one of those people. The only downfall of us so far is that we thought more would come out of us living here. I came here to be a special effects makeup artist and Sky wanted to be a photographer for magazines and newspapers produced here. Instead, I'm a street performer and Sky sells her pictures as prints on her Etsy shop.
We don't make much money. Just enough to pay rent and have cheap, TV dinners. I think it's just a matter of time, though. A matter of time before we figure things out. We don't mind living on a budget. We find joy on the little things, meeting new people, making memories together.
We got dressed and left our complex. We walked to one of the main parts of Boston, the common. There was always a lot of people here. People who would listen to me play. Sky and I set down a blanket as I began strumming my ukulele.
"Truth be told I never was yours,
the fear of falling apart."
(Panic! At The Disco, This Is Gospel)
Many people stopped and left tips, smiling and hopefully enjoying the music. However, one man in particular stayed longer than the rest. When he finally decided to leave, he left an extremely generous tip. I insisted he take it back, but he just shook his head and walked away. I was confused by the whole thing, but maybe the man just knew what it was like to busk. I shrugged to myself and headed home.
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The man returned a few separate days, and again, left unusually large amounts for tips. I always tried to decline, but he insisted. On Friday, he left me a piece of paper in my tip jar with a number on it. It read:
You have what it takes! Don't pass up the opportunity!
XXX-XXX-XXXX
I wasn't one-hundred percent sure on what this note was implying, but I had a fairly good idea. I showed Sky the number along with the generous amount of tips I have been receiving. She smiled a very wide smile.
"You better call him. He's obviously someone important to be able to leave tips like that. It seems like a business offer if you ask me."
I agreed with her. I decided I'd call the number first thing in the morning. Is this my chance? My opportunity to make it somewhere? To kick-start me and Sky to where we wanted to be? I sure hope so. We'll be needing it.
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