Street Rat

Chapter 2

She had their shirt on. The one with all of their faces in the squares of bright pink, blue and purple against a black background. I've seen it before, so many others have seen the guitar and assumed that I can play their songs. Which, of course, I learned because it gets me my money. I figured she would want the most popular one, so I started the song before she could open her mouth.

"You're insecure, don't know what for

You're turning heads when you walk through the door

Don't need makeup

To coverup

Being the way that you are is enough

Everyone else in the room can see it

Everyone else but you

Baby you light up my world like nobody else

The way you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

And when you stare at the ground it ain't hard to tell you don't know

You don't know you're beautiful"

I looked up long enought to see there was a mob around me, dancing. There were about 20 girls, from 12 to older than me, who were jammin' out with me. It felt good, so I stood up and yelled, "Sing it!" And there were 21 girls sing One Direction lyrics and dancing to me playing. ME playing! I wanted to start crying out of joy!

Eventually, the final chord had to be played. I didn't want it to end, knowing that my audience would leave. But to my surprise, they stayed and talked with me. As I took a closer look, I saw half of them had the same shirt on. It was bright orange with the words, 'Beacon High School's 2012 Trip to America!'. I was in the process of comprehending this when One of them came up to me.

"You're really good! I mean, we're from the U.K. and I actually saw them in concert. And that was just as good." I gave her a nod, then another girl came up to us.

"Yeah! I think it's great that people with so much talent take the time to play for the people on the streets."

"Thank you! I wish more people thought that way!" I replied. they were completely clueless to what I was. "How about one more song?"

"Yes!!!" chorused the 20 voices at once. I began the chords for Stand Up, letting them dance and sing and have fun.

Fun. that's something I hadn't had in a long time. Yet, I was having fun right now, with these girls who were in love with the band I hated. But I was onstage, preforming, and having the time of my life! I could have lived in that one moment forever. But again, the song ended. And this time, the crowd dispersed, leaving me alone withtwo different girls wearing the Orange T-shirts.

"Hey, we're renting out a private room at a hotel tomorrow night for a party. Would you be interested in being our music guest?" The first one asked.

"We'll pay you!" The second one had intergected before I could think about it.

"I'd love too! What should I wear?" I asked knowing I would have to 'borrow' something.

"A casual dress would be fine, you're pretty enough as it is". the second girl said. They gave me their numbers and the address. I almost didn't want to play the rest of the day, but I ended up getting a good $5 that day.

It got dark quickly, and I had to find a home for the night-soon.