Alpha Gymnastic Boy

Chapter 9

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I glance up in the sky as I walk towards the direction of my gym for opening. I decided to walk today and enjoy nature, the wind hitting my skin gently almost like caressing it, my shoes that hit click against the sidewalk pavement as I shift so I don't hit into incoming people heading various directions. Some maybe to work and other places.

Turning the corner on the avenue my gym is on I spot a small crowd around someone who seems to be singing from the melodic soothing voice I hear coming from the crowd direction. Intrigue, I hurry over pushing in between people to get a look of whose singing to see a lovely young man, he's looks as if in his teenage years but then I though why he would have a pack bag behind him and singing for money if he still lived with parents. It's a possibility he is a teenager but I just have a feeling he's bigger than what his physical appearance gives off.

He's so tiny and adorable too, I though Tyyy was the most adorable but this guy beat him by a long shot, by all the shots there is because he's just too damn adorable for his own good. People takes advantage of adorable creatures like him but I wish that not upon him or anyone, he looks happy singing and smiling but I could see that this boy has been through a lot and probably still going through it.

I watch him carefully, he has this wild look just like he's looking around as if fearing something will just burst through the crowd after him or someone. He keeps his back against the floor for reassurance maybe that no one is able to get behind him and he has a eye on everyone in front him, maybe for support too or stability but what do I know. I'm a gynastic teacher, not a counselor or physiologist.

He is singing Jessie J, Price tag and every word is true that, that woman sing. Money isn't everything and it can't make you happy completely, not only that but the more money you get is the more you realise that your friends were the enemies you fear, the backstabbers you wanted to avoid, the jealous type you despised and the badwishers you didn't want. It reveals people's true colours whose been around you because money is the root of all evil so far.

After the song finished he slide his guitar behind his back and people throw coins and paper money into the small open can he place on the ground. They clap him with smiles and cheer which result in the little man blushing red keeping his eyes down but still alert. People start to disperse but I remain and watch as he after most of the people left take up the can checking the content inside with a appreciative smile with what he got.

I walk up to him slowly and he most have seen my feet because he tense up, glance up real quick and lower his head backing away so I hold up my hand to show I mean no harm "I come in peace." I smile. He look up again but not in my eyes, he kept his eyes level with my chest but nod instead of speaking so I pull out my wallet and take out a fifty dollar bill and drop it inside the can. His eyes bulge as he finally meet my eyes and he nod continuously for whatever reason until I see tears sliding down his face.

"Thank you mister." His voice crack here and there when he talk but his voice was tiny and soft which fit his appearance. "Your welcome. Your voice deserves more I swear to you." He blush and nod so I take that as a thank you. I didn't want to say I wish I could do more because not everyone likes pity or take it so well and the last thing I want to do is have him running off upset so I kept quiet. "Well I hope to see you around and hear your voice too." I tell him honestly and again he nod.

"See you..... or by the way what's your name?" I ask curiously. He look as if considering if he should tell me or not, just what is he afraid of I thought. "You don't have to tell me if you don't but it would be good to know." I reassure him that he doesn't have to, that it's no pressure at all.