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Blonde Boy

NONMAGIC AU

It was around lunchtime when I walked down Park Ave, a hoagie in hand. The busy London street beside me was cramped with traffic, people were trying to get to and from their homes, some going to get lunch but I wasn't one of them. I stopped outside of a music shop and looked inside, waving to the owner at the counter.

His name was Mr. Moore, a fairly older man who ran the old shop. He allowed me to work outside of his store, it was a win-win for both of us. I got my tips and he got more people looking at his products. I set down my bag in the corner by the door and began to put everything together. A speaker that he gave to me that had his company logo and the name "Moore's Music & More" on a sticker sprawled on the side.

I was still too young to work for him, so this was a fair trade, it helped me get my rent at least.

I put my bag by the speaker and began to connect my phone to it, deciding on a song to use, choosing a favorite of mine. Copycat. By Billie Eilish. I took off my Converse and slipped on my dancing shoes, getting ready to perform.

It was always nerve racking to perform on streets. If a cop came by and saw a fourteen year old scraping for coins, it would raise questions. I had to get over the nerves though, or it was back to the Dursley's.

"Don't me be cautious, don't be kind. You committed, I'm your crime." I zoned out again. I quickly moved to my position and tried to get into the flow of the music, it wasn't hard. I did my best not to pay attention to the people that started to gather around when the song got started, I hoped some would cough up a pretty penny.

"By the way, you've been uninvited."

I jumped up with a spin when the music got more intense, during the dancing I smiled and nodded to someone who dropped a few dollars into my case. The music carried me most of the way, some people slowed down to look at me, others with more time stopped entirely to watch my show. I dropped to my knees and spun, trying to keep in the rhythm as the beat slowed.

"Mine... I would hate to see you go, hate to be the one who told you so."

My movements were slow now, giving me enough time to count out a few dollars worth of tips. I scanned the crowd.

"You just crossed the line. You've run out of time."

I looked around, maybe ten people were watching me, one was recording. I did my best not to freeze when one specifically attractive jogger stopped and dropped a few coins dow.. I steadied myself on my feet to look at him. It confused him, I think he tried to convey "Why did you stop?" he was beautiful. Blonde hair that needed a trim. Overly nice coat.

"Psych"

The music began to roar again, I did a flip back and broke into dance again, not looking at him as the song played out. I heard people cheer for me while the song finished, by the time it was over I was out of breath and thirsty. I rested on my ankles as a few people came up too high five me, but most walked on. Like the blonde boy.

I pulled my earnings box to me and looked inside. Before pulling out a few rather peculiar looking coins Blonde Boy put inside.

They were made of gold?