Although she had steady work at the library--and eternal board in Jack's closet, if she wanted--Diana still needed a creative outlet. A charitable one too. Busking was the logical solution for both needs. So every now and then, she would find a less disgusting street corner and set up shop, her guitar case open to accept donations, which would eventually go back to the local food shelter.
She never planned sets. She would play whatever struck her in the moment, anything from the Beatles to Sondheim.
Today, as it happened, she was in a Jefferson Starship sort of mood:
Say you don't know me, or recognize my face Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight Too many runaways eating up the night
Where the mood had come from was anyone's guess, but Diana's voice was clear and bright and pretty, like birdsong in the middle of the night. And just maybe she'd amped up the Awe a little bit. Passers-by were strangely compelled to stop and listen to her, to drop a couple bucks in the guitar case on their way. Maybe that was cheating a little, but it was for a good cause. And it wasn't like she lacked the talent or charisma.
One particular face caught her attention, though, as she wrapped up the song. Mostly because she didn't recognize him. Also because he was good looking. She wondered if he was a new arrival. He had the look of being lost to him.
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She never planned sets. She would play whatever struck her in the moment, anything from the Beatles to Sondheim.
Today, as it happened, she was in a Jefferson Starship sort of mood:
Say you don't know me, or recognize my face
Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place
Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight
Too many runaways eating up the night
Where the mood had come from was anyone's guess, but Diana's voice was clear and bright and pretty, like birdsong in the middle of the night. And just maybe she'd amped up the Awe a little bit. Passers-by were strangely compelled to stop and listen to her, to drop a couple bucks in the guitar case on their way. Maybe that was cheating a little, but it was for a good cause. And it wasn't like she lacked the talent or charisma.
One particular face caught her attention, though, as she wrapped up the song. Mostly because she didn't recognize him. Also because he was good looking. She wondered if he was a new arrival. He had the look of being lost to him.