Friday, October 22, 2010

Stories on Mill

The life of a Busker

(read like a murder mystery)

 Busk: “ to entertain by dancing, singing, or reciting on the street or in a public place” (

October 19th, 6:00 pm
                The sky was overcast as I drove on to Mill Avenue to indulge in a night of busking.  The Jack in the Box parking lot was softly lit by a street lamp and seemed a suitable place for a busker like me to park. Upon parking my beautiful blue ford ranger, I proceeded to unload the musical contents of my vehicle. I was then approached by a beautiful woman, she was none other than…. my girlfriend…. Katie. After saying the cordial “Hello, how are you?” and other shows of affection…. we proceeded hand in hand to my busking dream destination. My art and soul were ready to burst from me and enchant those who may pass.  However, as we were approaching busker’s paradise it seemed there were two musicians playing in my spot. I was confused, confounded, disoriented. I asked myself, how could this happen? How could another busker steal my dream location? Next to the two buskers I noticed the authoritative figure in charge of this MUSICAL MAYHEM. I approached them explaining that I was assigned to perform my musical genius in that location. The authority figure (who for security purposes shall be known as “Mo”) reassured me that there was other prime real estate for me to perform my music. I agreed and was directed to another location. If the previous location was paradise then this location would be considered purgatory. There was an empty building directly in front of the side walk and a small restaurant further down. Few people were passing by, and it seemed to me that I should give up. BUT NO!.. With my musical genius and talented busking abilities I would attract the people, I could not give up. Busk or not to Busk, that was the question, so… BUSK I DID!

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