a starter for @mxleured
She’s been here for several minutes already, listening in silence from a respectable distance, taking notice of how this man hit every note, how he made his transitions, all those little technical details she’d been school to notice back home. To her trained ear his music didn’t sound as polished as she was used to, but she was in no position to give any criticism. Nor did she want to.
When he’d finished his set, she reached into her expensive designer purse and pulled out a handful of bills, carelessly, as payment for the street performer. It’s definitely more than the average person would give.
“...Pardon,” she starts, accent thick and obvious in the way she pronounces the word. “Can you sing ‘La vie en rose’, as sung by Louis Armstrong?”
















