Greetings. Before you read this bare in mind that it's a little boring at first but if you give it a chance, it gets better. Patience is a virtue ; )
Amethyst Evans
“Come on! Seriously we are going to be late!”
“Okay, alright I’m coming” I replied as I jogged down the stairs with my phone is my hand. At the bottom, Sophie stood with two large suitcases beneath her feet, her arms crossed and an eye brow arched. I smiled and waved my phone in the air.
“Got it! We can go now.” She was clearly agitated, her deep blue eyes narrowed on me. “What? “ I asked. She didn’t answer and instead grabbed her suitcase, pulled the handle and dragged it out of the house. I followed not having anything else to do. I made sure to lock the door securely before getting into the taxi. I sat next to Sophie at the back, our suitcases were in the boot. It was mid July and Sophie and I were going to America for three weeks, sadly it wasn’t for a holiday. My dad being the head of a tourism company, sent me to arrange a “small, cute coffee house” as my dad put it, to sign a contract of partnership so our company could invest money to attract tourists. In all honesty, I had no clue about this “new project” but I was expected to follow the family business and whatnot. Also I couldn’t say no to America.
“Just so you know I’m kinda pissed with you” Sophie said without facing me. I turned to her and jabbed my index finger in her shoulder. Her head snapped in my direction and she shrugged me off.
“Hey Sass, come on we are not going to be late okay?”
“Are you kidding? I mean seriously!? Our plane takes off at ten pm and its nine o’clock already. How long do you live away from Heathrow? Freaking half an hour. How long does it take for a person to get through all those security crap? God knows! By the time we finish, the plane would be half way across the Atlantic Ocean!” With that she turned back to the window.
“Okay for one your exaggerating. A lot. And two, I repeat we won’t be late. Trust me.” I hugged her even though she didn’t hug me back and then I relaxed back in my seat anticipating the sight of New York City.
John Baxter
“Today I don’t feel like doing anything...” I played a single guitar chord, earning a scrutinised look from Dave.
“Dude that sound so out of tune.” I looked up at him and pouted.
“It does, doesn’t it?” Adjusting the accord of my acoustic guitar, I tried again.
“Today....*cough cough* Today I don’t feel like doing anything..” In comes the single chord “I just wanna lay in my bed.” Another chord “Don’t feel like pickin’ up ma phone so leave a message at the tone. Today I don’t feel like doing anything. Nothing thing at all” I then played a slow solo and smirked.
“How about that my friend?” I asked. Dave nodded in approval and smiled back.
“Much better” He said “You know you’re great with that instrument you conceited ass.” That comment made me chuckle. I knew my talent in music all too well.
“So you’re gonna go to the opening ceremony of that new place tomorrow?” He asked. I nodded
“Oh yeah definitely. I’m sure a lot of people would attend. I’m thinking to find a small corner and play this piece of heaven and see how much I make. You in?” I replied while packing my guitar back in its case and flipping it over my shoulder. For a living, I played guitar and sang on streets, you know those street act people? Occasionally, I would have gigs in bars but no so much. Living as an independent nineteen year old, I had to find some way to pay those bills. Music seemed like a perfect option.
