𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 | 𝐃.𝐒. [𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧

"Why are we stopping?" Jack groaned as the group all let out complaints.

"She's an amazing singer," Daniel said, "She deserves to be heard."

"Can't we just drop money and go?" Zach said.

"If that's what you want to do," Daniel says, "But I'm going to go listen."

Daniel walked away from the group and stood in front of a small setup. A girl with a guitar case on the ground, the instrument in hand with a mic in front of her.

"Thought I found a way. Thought I found a way, yeah. But you never go away. So I guess I gotta stay now."

He watched as the girl shut her eyes, pouring emotion into the song she was singing. He heard chatter in the background, other random people passing by. There was a small crowd around the girl, some people leaning forward and dropping dollar bills into her case.

"Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here. Even if it takes all night or a hundred years. Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near. Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear."

She nodded as her eyes opened. She allowed her gaze to stay locked with his.

"Isn't it lovely, all alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone. Tear me to pieces, skin to bone. Hello, welcome home."

She sang with a certain sadness, she dropped her gaze from his as she realized he was analyzing her. She didn't want anyone knowing her life, she wanted money and that was all.

"Walkin' out of town. Lookin' for a better place. Something's on my mind. Always in my headspace."

He watched as her fingers played against the strings of her instrument. He could tell she practiced a lot, she was skilled and looked as if she didn't even think about playing the guitar, she just did.

"But I know some day I'll make it out of here. Even if it takes all night or a hundred years. Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near. Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear."

She let the guitar hang heavy, being held up only by the strap around her body. She held onto the old mic stand and sang with more passion than before. Daniel smiled as she sang more hopefully.

"Isn't it lovely, all alone? Heart made of glass, my mind of stone. Tear me to pieces, skin and bone. Hello, welcome home."

She picked up her guitar and danced her fingers along it once again. She hummed quietly before singing the final line.

"Hello, welcome home."

The crowd clapped as she smiled at them, her eyes going back to Daniel's. He grabbed a bit of cash out of his pocket and dropped it into her guitar case, winking at her just like he did everyday.

"Same time tomorrow," she joked.

"Same time tomorrow, princess," he cooed.

"I have a name," she said, "You don't have to call me princess."

"I think you like being called princess, but if you want me to call you by your name, what is it?"

"Y/N," the girl said, "My name is Y/N."

"Well Y/N," Daniel replied as he walked away, "I'm still going to call you princess."

She sighed as he walked back to his group of friends, they all gave him odd glances as he continued to walk in the direction of their home. Y/N smiled as she took the dollar bills out of her case, stuffing that in her pocket along with some coins that got tossed inside. The group dispersed as she collected the money, she placed her guitar inside of the case and walked in the way of her home.

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A/N: this takes place before unbelievable was even an idea