"What is your problem?" I asked my angry mum. "My problem is that you're 16 and do nothing but make music!" She shouted. "Music is my life, get over it!" I shouted back. "You really don't even profit from doing that, it's kindly ridiculous, Lylah." "You're ridiculous, I'm leaving." I said without any other exchange of words.
I didn't know where I was going to go, I just knew I wanted to go far, far away. Since I still live with my mum, I had quite a bit of money saved up. I decided that I would climb out my window, walk to the train station where I usually perform at, and figure the rest of it out later.
I finished packing my bags when I heard my mum's door close. Perfect timing. I climbed out of my window and took one last look at the house. I'll probably never see it again.
I arrived at the train station and looked at the departure times. 'Sydney, 12:00 a.m.' Perfect. I still had a while soi took out my guitar and took my Cajon off of the cart I carry it on.
As I played my music, people stared to gather around. They seemed to love my beats, so I played a song some people might know, I Miss You- Blink 182. I always thought I had a bad voice, but by the size of the crowd, I knew I was wrong. I was only playing my guitar, so I put it in its case, and hopped on my Cajon and played it.
I heard my train was bparding, so I packed up my stuff and left. Just as I was about to get on my train when I was stopped. " I saw you perform, your very good, I might add." The stranger told me. "Thank you, it's my dream to perform for a living." I replied hopping on my train.
As I hopped on, I stopped to take in the scenery.
I sat in my seat, and as the train left, so did my memories.
