It was a usual day in the city. People were going abouttheir daily lives. There was a group of businessmen all going to theiroffice-buildings depending on who worked where; there was a man who looked sosuspiciously similar to a junky, seeing that he would occasionally scratch hiselbow or sickly sniff; there was a woman on the corner, leaning against thewall, smoking a cigarette and giving seductive looks to men; and amongst all ofthose people there was this one guy who was somehow…different. It was probablydue to the fact that he had an insane mohawk, a torn up vest, torn up jeans andwas carrying a guitar case. The t-shirt under his vest had a red anarchy signon it. The man himself looked like he was no older than 19. As he passed theolder man who was sitting on the floor, everything about whom was screaming “homeless”,he tossed several coins into the old man’s hat that was in front of him. “Thankyou, young man.” “Any time, old man.” Answered the man with a grin and walkedon.
He was walking down the street, occasionally bumping intosome people. He wasn’t doing it on purpose, and it wasn’t that bad, but forsome it could be unpleasant. Its just that he didn’t care at all. For him, hewas just walking his way and everybody else was walking their own way. He wouldoccasionally get some funny looks from people who either have never seenanything like this before, or didn’t appreciate and despised it. Never theless, he was walking his way, down just another busy street of thisgod-forsaken city. He crossed the road, walked some more before turning to a muchless busy street, where there were not so many people, except for the entrance ofsomething that to an ordinary eye looked like…well it actually didn’t reallylook like anything in particular. But this man, as well as all the others whogathered there knew that this was an entrance to a venue. As soon as one of thepeople saw the man approach, he told the others and they started cheering. Hewas trying to squeeze through them, occasionally high fiving some of them.
He finally managed to get inside. It was dark and full ofpeople. People similar to him in the way they dressed. He walked over to astage and then disappeared in one of the back doors.
“Ah well there you are Jim. Took you long enough.”
“Well I’m not late, am I? I’m pretty sure we still have timefor another quick practice.”
“Yeah that’s true.”
He was talking to 2 other people looking similar to him,again in the way they dressed. One of them had a bass guitar and the other hada microphone in his hand. There was one more man at the drum set and anotherman with a guitar. Jim took out his guitar as well. “So then, another run Iguess?”
“Yeah! Lets do this!”
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