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I was running down the crowded sidewalk, not caring about the puddles splashing as I was taking each step with my new crocs sandals. It had a nice pop of purple.
It was drizzling and I didn't had the time to bring an umbrella since I was running late. It was not that heavy anyway.
I was rushing to my weekly music class. I tried learning how to play the maracas. I admit, the fees were quite expensive but at least I get to
learn how to play an instrument.
I got in front of the building and sat near the entrance, waiting for my instructor to arrive. I sighed in relief since I wasn't late. Many people took glances at me as I was sitting down. Giving no fucks, I took out my red maracas that had colorful designs on it. I started practicing Symphony No. 9 by Beethoven, closing my eyes and playing passionately. 7 minutes into the piece, I noticed a figure in front of me.
"..zat waz beautifl." I looked up, startled. I thought he was my instructor.
I looked at the stranger but strangely, I suddenly got lost in his beautiful sparkling eyes. There was a pause of silence between us. We were just staring into our souls like we were the only ones in Earth. Finally, I snapped. I stood awkwardly and started searching for my instructor. I turned to the security in front of the building entrance as my mouth opened to speak.
"By any chance, have you seen where the instructor went?"
"Oh, the homeless dood who spits on people? He was kicked out of this place. People got tired of him spitting shit on everyone." The security explain.
"BOi the only thing he spits is fire ya stupid cunt." I said, angrily picking up my things.
My instructor was always with me for the past weeks. He told me inspirational things that I always kept in mind. Once, he asked me about my dream occupation. I told him, I want to be a person who inspires and motivates people in life. Moreover, I want to build walls that separates humanity from the cruel world. I always wanted to be a good leader, or so I thought.
I turned to leave, not noticing the stranger from a while ago. I took steps away as a warm set of fingers grabbed my wrists.
"May i pleaze know yr nem?" He said.
