The Street performer. Phan au

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Okay because I've been crap at updating, here's two!!

#1

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Any other day the grand, sweeping willow that towered over the river side just outside my bedroom window would just be another one of natures beauties, however today it seemed to mean something more. Unlike I could with any human right now, I seemed to relate to the tree in a metaphoric fashion. It's great long branches, decorated with tiny green leaves seemed to reflect the shield I had made for myself, both acted as our protection to anything we weren't comfortable with letting in, just like the tree, we both had forcefields surrounding us not only keeping things out but simultaneously preventing things seeping out.

For me, the thing I didn't want coming in was Dan, the street performer, however much my glamorised mind claimed to love him, the reality of it all was much to overwhelming to endure. We didn't know each other, I didn't fully trust him, and I'm not one to discriminate but for all I knew, we were of completely different social classes.

Thankfully, it was the weekend now and I had no plans to visit the street performer. Instead I agreed to do something productive, not so I can feel a sense of accomplishment at the end of the day but simply to take my thoughts of the street performer.

"Phil dear, I'm going to Manchester tonight and I won't be back until late tomorrow evening, there's food in the fridge but I've also left some money on the table. Will you be alright?" She asked courteously.

"I'll be fine mum"

'I'll be fine mum' it's funny to think about it now but it seems like that's the only thing I've said to my parents in weeks. My dads been abroad cheating with woman that don't even speak English while my mother rushed round Britain, only accompanied by her thermal mug of coffee and a selection of overpriced books dedicated to empowering woman, however all its done to my mum is made her more stubborn and willing to work twice as hard for an equal amount of disrespect and low pay from her ignorant male boss.

The door banged closed and I heard my mums expensive heels click down the pavement through my open window. Once again I was alone. I'd never really noticed it before this depressing day but it seems like I spend most my time alone, I have friends at school, great ones that I love dearly, but I'm not one to get invited out anywhere, I rarely have friends round anymore and I avoid socialising like the plague.

Right! I think to myself suddenly with a spontaneous burst of energy, I'm going to draw. I rode from my browsing position and trudged over to the cupboard where we keep all the useless stuff we never use but is too sentimental to throw away - we all have one. One of the things in there was a plastic tool box I got for my sixth birthday, inside I'd hid pens, pencils, paints and chalk, watercolours and charcoal. Lifting it onto the coffee table, I spied a stray paintbrush in the secret compartment, along with some Thomas the tank engine stickers, and grabbed it. I whipped some paper out from the printed and placed it calmly on the centre of the table as I turned the volume of my music up on my phone.

I knew I wasn't a great artist but that's why I'm practicing, I started with a light pencil drawing of dusty, old street; something you'd imagine would be the scenery for a cheep ghost movie or something. Without my minds consent my hand kept drawing shapes and lines, until finally I figured out what it was: a piano, complimented by a tall attractive man leaning against it.

I retrieved my paints then mixed and blended until I got the perfect colours, the piano was a deep, blood red and the boy, dressed all in black, the dark theme continued onto his hair as I found myself painting a maroon fringe over the figures forehead. The street, I washed with a sad layer of water colours in an attempt to create a rainy scene, I smiled slightly to myself as I realised I'd used pathetic fallacy to reflect my own mood instead of the one of the boy on my page, who - in my imagination - was playing cheery, upbeat tunes on his instrument.