Mr. Homeless

Side walk

I was making my way to the nearest bus stop when I saw a guy sitting on the side walk with his guitar case lying on the ground. It was open, people was giving him spare coins and food. And by that, I automatically thought that he's homeless.
I was in a rush so I wasn't really paying attention to him.

But then my feet stopped when my ears heard the strumming.
It's the guy ... I hold my breath for a moment and then he started singing.
He's singing with his whole voice that its sending shivers through my spine.
He sings so good that when I turn around, all the people that didn't even stop to glance at him ,had stopped to watch him.
And that's when I took the chance to look at him in the eyes.
He had these eyes that had a sparkle in them that looked too nice to be real. I was so into his eyes that i didn't even realize that he was staring right at me the whole time.
I didn't know what to do,so i quickly looked away. I could feel that my face was turning red cause I'm not used to people staring at me. I just smiled, a sheepish smile.
But that changes in a moment, now I have this worried look on my face. I almost forgot why I'm in a hurry, I have a really really bad stomachache and now I'm having free farts. Omg ... This is so embarrassing, I hope people won't notice it or smell it .... My face is turning red even more.
I covered my bum to stop farting, I can't hold it anymore. I stopped a taxi and luckily it went up to me fast. I'm taking deep breaths.. The taxi driver is asking me if I'm okay, and I just nodded. I don't have the strength to speak, after a couple of minutes I reach in front of my house. I ran straight to the door , fumbling to find the right key, the taxi driver honking  for his money.

" Bré are you alright there honey? "
the maid yelled coming outside.
" Yeah I'm fine! Thanks for asking! " I shouted running upstairs.
She has been my maid since I was little, so we're close, like she's my second mom.
Bré is just my nickname. It's actually Aumbré, I know it's weird it's my parents fault. That's why I prefer to be called Bré. I'm the only child, I don't have anyone except for my maid and me. Yes, my parents left us two alone here in their big big house cause they've got some shit to do. They're so busy that it feels like they've forgotten that i even exist.