A New Start

I walk the streets of New York looking at everything I never noticed before. All the people walking fast to their jobs. I look at all the people and how different they look.  I think of how they all have thoughts, how they all have different religions, music taste, and how they all go through daily life problems. I shake my head and realize wow; I’m going real deep in thought. I take out my phone and glance at the time, I start walking faster to the coffee shop I work at. When I say ‘work at’, I really mean perform at. I am a street performer, and occasionally I perform at this coffee shop called Caribou Coffee House. I get paid $50 dollars per performance. It’s not much, especially where I live.

I walk into the coffee shop and smile at Josh who’s a cashier here. He smiles back and does a small wave.  I walk over to the little stage they have here. I adjust the microphone and hook my acoustic guitar up to a small amp. I get butterflies in my stomach even though I do this almost every week. I hear the door open, and I see a boy with the hood of his jacket up like he was hiding from someone.  Once, he’s completely in the coffee shop he puts it down. I recognize him from last week. I always wonder who he hides from because he does that every time. I know he’s from somewhere though. He looks like this guy from a band my little sister is obsessed with. I don’t know for sure but I’ve never asked him.

I speak into the microphone, “Hi guys I’m Audrey, I’ll be singing for you tonight.”

I strum some chords and the strings vibrate my whole body all the way down to my toes. I smile as I sing a new song I wrote. I looked into the small crowd and I look at the boy wearing the jacket. He had a small smile and it made me smile. I looked back down at my guitar.

I finished my songs and spoke softly into the microphone, “Thank you for coming.”

I unplugged my guitar from the amp and put it in its case carefully.  I grab my guitar case and it put the strap over my shoulder. I start walking towards the door to walk back to my apartment, but I was stopped by the boy in the jacket.

“H-hey may I talk to you for a second?” He stuttered out.

 

I was about to tell him something but I was stopped by a girl running to him screaming “Liam!” He was almost trampled. I took a step back and gazed at this humorous sight. But the best part was I was right. It was the boy from the band my little sister always talks about.

 

A/N

Caribou is an actual coffee shop. So, like credits to them. This is a short start I suppose but it's a start. Thanks for reading.