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A booming city where everything is lively in the day, and in the night. People running, walking down the street trying to get where they need to be. People that are homeless, that wonder around the street being as friendly as they can be. Hustlers trying to earn money, street performancers that do the same. Men and women that play their instruments not for the money, but for the fun of it. Saxophone, clarinet, guitar, you name it! Playing like a pro, without even trying to play the music at all. Entertainment, trouble and adventure at every corner, in this fine city!

A young women, blue-green eyes, golden blonde hair, nothing special, but casual clothing. Walked on the grwy sidewalk, which you barely see. With all the people in the way. Held a small brown binder, holding it by the handle to her front. Making it harder for pick pockets, to steal what's inside her bag. As the young women walked, she stopped at a green light, staring at the cars zooming by. Once the light turned red, she began to walk again, crossing the street, with a large crowd of people following behind her.

The girl walked, and walked through the busy street of the city. Until she came to a stop at a park, across the street from her. The women waited for the light to turn red, and when it did. She continued to walk again, into the park. Which was quieter than the city street's. Well, minus the kids playing on the playground, screaming and laughing. Someone playing their guitar near by, it's slightly quieter than the booming city streets. The women came to a stop, at a bench, nearby a playground, children of all ages were playing on. Sliding down the slide, playing on the seesaw, swinging on the swings, playing tag, etc. The young women sat down on the bench, and sighed, a tiresome sigh.

A young man sat in a tree not far from the bench that the woman had fallen onto. He had a very worn-out guitar on his lap and a case for it at the bottom of the tree, equally beat up. The source of the quiet music was coming from his guitar as he played a song just barely loud enough for people to hear. He wasn't trying to gain money or fame, just played because that was his favorite thing to do. Continuing with his song, he leaned back against the tree and sang quietly along with it. You think you know me, But you don't know me. You think you own me, But you can't control me. He didn't bother to look around and check to see if people were watching or not, he didn't care. He just let the song flow through him and create magic in the air.

A few sparks floated from his guitar but he didn't notice and he continued to sing along in his own world, oblivious to the gathering crowd below him. He knew his case was firmly closed but that didn't prevent people from throwing cash on top of his case instead. You look at me and there's just one thing that you see. So listen to me, Listen to me. You push me back. I push you back, Harder, harder. He continued, playing louder now. His voice was full of emotion and control, he knew what he was doing and he loved every minute of it. He was changing peoples opinions about the world, about life, about him. He knew he was just a 19 year old boy, but he felt like he was a wise old man empowering people with his words.

That sound of children screaming, and having fun filled the women's ears. Noisy but at least there having fun, smiling and laughing, like ordinary children. The women thought, until she heard a loud thud from the play ground. A loud shreek in pain, from what sounded like a young little girl. I guess I spoke too soon... The women thought looking ober to see a adult. That looked to be the girls mother, confert the crying little girl. The women turned around trying to mind her own businesses. Until she scanned the area, hearing something, that obviously wws a screaming little kid, who scraped their knee. The faint sound of music, a guitar maybe? The young women stood up, and walked in the direction of the faint music, curiously. She arrived a small beat up tree, she could finally hear what was playing, and who was playing.

The boy brought the song to a close after a couple more verses and blinked in surprise at the group of people below him. "Oops?" He laughed as he climbed easily down the tree. "Looks like I drew in a crowd again..." He mumbled to himself as he pushed the money that was thrown on top of his case to the ground. He opened his case and put his guitar back, ignoring the money for now. He would give the money to someone who needed it more than him later. The boy picked up his guitar case and strung it over his shoulder, ready to leave now. He bent over and picked up the money, shoving it into his pockets like he didn't care. He had heard the girl screaming when he was playing his song, but he knew she would be alright. Smiling, the boy started to walk through the crowd just to go somewhere else. (Sorry If I didn't make much sense.... And sorry it's so short...)

(It's alright, some of the stuff I type doesn't make any sense sometimes!)

The girl smiled, clapping her hands, at his incredible talent, to play the guitar so well. She stared at the young man, who dropped the money on the ground. Putting his instrument away, and soon after putting the money in his pocket. Who knows what he was going to do with it, give it to charity maybe? The girl looked down at her brown binder, and then at her pocket. Reaching into jer pocket she pulled out a five dollar bill from her pocket. Quickly looking back up to see if the young man was still there, she quickly noticed he wasn't by the tree anymore. She looked over her shoulder to see which direction he went, see that he didn't go too far. She ran towards him, "wait a second!" She shouted, standing behind him.

The boy stopped in his tracks when a young woman came running behind him, clutching a five dollar in her hand. He turned around and smiled, waving his free hand in a wave. "Hello." He said, doing a very small bow because of his case. He noticed the money in her hand and shook his head. "Please keep your money, I already have more than I need." He added politely.

The girl raised an eyebrow, surprised that he didn't want the money. "Oh well, no means no" the young women said, putting her five dollar bill in her pocket. She stared at the young man, with a happy smile on her face, "if I can't repay you in cash. I can at least compliment on how fantastic your music is!" The women said smiling.

The boy smiled again and set his guitar case down, giving a real bow. "Why thank you." He said, bringing his head back up and looking the woman in the eye. "I'm Daryl." He introduced himself, coming back to his full height and sticking his hand out.

The girl smiled, looking down at him, as he takes a bow. "Your welcome!" The girl said with a friendly voice, looking back up at him. Showing that he was taller than her, she bowed her head. "My name is Momoko pleasure to meet you, Daryl" Momoko said. Finally revealing her name, she lifted her head up, and stood up straight. Smiling and grabbing his hand, and shaking it.

Daryl smiled and shook her hand in return. "Nice to meet you Momoko." He said with an equally friendly voice. He grabbed his guitar case from the ground and slung it back over his shoulder again. "Would you like to accompany me for lunch?" He asked polity.

Momoko smiled moving her hand away from his. She stared down at tbe ground, thinking about the sudden offer, should I go or not? Momoko thought, looking up at Daryl slowly, a quick lunch with him wouldn't hurt.. Momoko thought. She tilted her head to the side slightly, and crossed her arms. "I'd love to!" Momoko said, agreeing to the offer.

"Ok." Daryl's smile brightened and he adjusted his guitar case on his shoulder. "Ok, I know the best place to go." He added, zipping his jacket up and putting the hood up. "It's a noodle place just up the street, is that ok?"

Maybe I should of said no to the offer, when I had the chance... Momoko thought to herself, even though she seemed to be happy and smiling on the outside. "Oh, it really doesn't matter to me!" Momoko said, why would I say that? Momoko thought

"Ok. It's right down there?" He said pointing to a brightly lighted shop a little ways down the street. He started walking towards it, the wind picking up a bit as he whistled to himself.

Momoko nodded a okay, and walked behind Darly, staring at the small lighten shop, that was surprisingly too far from here.

Daryl continued walking towards the street, stopping at the sidewalk to let Momoko catch up with his long strides. He pressed the button for the crosswalk and leaned against the pole, waiting for the light to change.

Momoko followed behind Daryl picking up speed, so she could keep up with him, bit she soon stopped when she arrived at the cross walk. Momoko watched Daryl press the button, and waited until the two of them were aloud to go. When the light finally turned red, and the streetlight finally said they could walk. Momoko began to walk again, "how long have you been playing?" Momoko asked, trying to brighten the mood or at least start a conversation.

Daryl watched the light turn to red and the crosswalk light start to count down across the street. "Ever since I can remember. So.. Probably since I was around 2." He said, struggling to remember his past. "I've been to 32 concerts and I've concluded I can kick anyone's butt with just my guitar." He said with a light laugh.

Momoko smiled at Daryl as she walked alongside him, listening to his short story, her eyes widened slightly as she listened. "My, my you started at the age of two?" Momoko asked, slightly amazed, and laughed along with him. "What does kicking someone's butt with a guitar have to do with my question?" Momoko asked

"Because I'm that good." He said with a laugh. "I know that might sound self centered, but it's true. I've challenged many musicians over the years to see who was better just for fun, and I've beat all of them." He said looking down at his hands. "They say they can actually See the passion when I'm playing my guitar and they just have to stop and listen..." He explained, trailing off.