It started quietly with a few notes picked in rhythm on classical acoustic Takamine faded from years of use outdoors. The music began to grew, into a full song sung by Adam. He always figured the separation between good and great when it came to music was the dynamics of everything. Some people would describe it as raw emotion or 'playing from the heart', but sentiment for music didn't put food ont he table. Rather he emphasized certain parts with rushed breaks and fills. Tips weren't bad in this busy city as he was used to in the smaller suburban areas in the southern U.S.
In the early afternoon, in which the park seemed to crowd for strollers enjoying their lunch break; Adam set up and open case and would play for tips until later evening in which if he had a gig, he would leave to set up.
Life was tough as a solo musician, but he hoped on the fact that this was his last stop, rather it be being discovered, finding a band, or even a new avenue of occupation. He could literally sense change on the way.
He was leaned over his instrument with his long sleeved shirt rolled at the elbows. As he played, his nervous tick would be the rubbing of shins, the constant movement between the denim jeans.
In the corner of his eye, across the street, he spotted would resembled a human, only with dark blue skin and a glowing presence around it, the same color. The cab passed in front of it and it was gone as soon as it disappeared.
His song stopped in its midlife, "Wha?"
Coming to his senses he continued to play, but wasn't singing. He was contemplating what he just saw.
Imagination. Must be.
