In a crowd, stands a musician, playing his instrument, knowingly that not everyone will listen, yet he keeps playing for it is his only way of earning bread, few passing him leaves pennies for him, this small amount is his prize he received playing in a stage where audience was unlimited and listeners were few.
"The street is his auditorium & whole world is his audience"
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