Played your way into my heart

They say the best way into a girls heart is music, and maybe they're right. In my opinion, it takes more that just that.. but music meets you half way..


2. Trafalgar Square


            I rolled over from my stomach to my back. The light shone in through my white curtains, and I groaned as the stream of dawn met my sleepy eyes. I didn't even set an alarm, but I was up at 3:45. Usually I was up by 3:30, but since I was up late last night, here I was with fifteen minutes left to get ready and go to Trafalgar square. Greeat. My darckish brown hair, fell in curls to the bottom of my rib cage. I didn't really have to do anything with it. I kind of just ran my fingers through my hair, and that was it. I pulled on my "Let me free", sweater, and a pair of deep blue jeans, followed by my lace grey toms. Gran was still asleep when I flew over the stairs, and out the door.

          I got into my car, and just my luck. No gas. Yaaay. Guess I was walking, luck just isn't on my side, huh? Nope. Walking to Traf square form here? Might as well stay home. I knew I couldn't though, so I started walking, but I didn't get very far until I gave in and found the nearest bus. I was in the square by 6:30, and there were still a lot of people there this early in the morning. No one new was around, except for one lad. He was around the same age as me, and I caught him glancing at me a couple of times through out the day, but I ignored it. I still didn't get much money, but at one point I turned around to find a different song in my papers, and there was twenty dollars in my hat. I'm not quite sure, but I think I saw the boy who was staring at me, walk away from my hat afterwords. Throughout the day I came up with a plan for my performance. I figured you could hear me better if I could play an instrument, I thought about the drums, but having to pack up an entire drum set and bring it in my car everyday, wouldn't work. I decided on guitar. I already have one at my house, and it wouldn't be hard to transport. The only problem was, that I didn't know how to play.

          I decided to go to the library, and print off some posters looking for a guitar teacher. With all the things I had going on today, it was going to be another late night. I got into the library, and started designing a quick and easy poster. I paid the lady at the front desk, and printed off 100 posters. Once I waited for all my copies, I took a taxi to the square. I put up a few posters here and there, but ended up taking a break half way through. Sprinting around Trafalgar square putting up posters was harder than I thought. At one point a nice young girl, about the age of 9 saw me struggling, and asked if she could help. I immediately complied, she went off in her own direction, and I didn't see her for the rest of the day. Most of the posters were up, and I only had a few left, so I stopped to get some more water, and a soft pretzel. I sat on a bench, and ate away before getting up to put up the last ten posters. I started to get burnt out, and ended up throwing nine out of ten of them above me in the air, and just as I posted the tenth against a post, I heard light airy guitar playing behind me. I turned around to find the boy who was staring at me before, there playing the guitar. 

" 'Ello Brinley", he said. How did he know my na- oh, he probably saw the poster. 

"Hello, uhm.." I realized I had no idea what his name was.

He ignored my stutter, and didn't even bother telling me his name. 

"Heard you were looking for a guitar teacher..." he smirked at me. 

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