An Aspiring Rapper -- Part 5
Mike and I walked into Time Square and I stared, astounded by all the people working for tips. People strutted around dressed as famous cartoon characters and...the statue of liberty. A woman sang and strummed her guitar. A man did handstands, right there on the cold ground. But as I studied all of those people, smiling and laughing, I caught a sad look from a man in his twenties. He held a stack of CDs. As various people passed, he offered them CDs, but no one paid attention to him. With each person, the man became more and more dejected.I grabbed Mike's hand and pulled him in the direction of the guy. I didn't know who the Hell he was, but we were about to find out.
"I want a CD," I said.
"Wait--you do?" the guy asked.
"Of course!"
"Well, okay then. Okay!" He brightened.
Mike smiled at the guy kindly and shook his head at me.
"So, what's your story?" I asked. "What's this CD?"
"I'm a rapper. I want to go somewhere and I figure this is the way to do it."
"Hang on!" I suddenly set my violin case on the ground and opened it up. I gave him the cash I had earned earlier from playing in Central Park (that story HERE).
"Hold up," he said. "You're giving me the tips YOU made."
"And why not! People wanted to give them to me--now I want to give 'em to you. A dream for a dream."
He smiled so big and laughed.
"But you have to sign the CD! To Elisa and Mike."
He pulled out a magic marker--from his pocket--because ninjas carry markers!
After Mike and I were a way up the street, I looked at the CD and burst out laughing. "Oh my Gosh, Mike! Look who he signed the CD to."
"Does that say Eloise?" Mike laughed pretty hard too! "To Eloise and Big Mike."
"I love it!" I said.
I thought that guy was pretty awesome. Who carries a marker around, just waiting to sign stuff--that guy. I wish him all of the success in the world; I really do. He's one of the good ones.
Thought for the day: If we can't support each other, we ain't got nothin'!
Here's a picture of me playing my violin shortly after Mike and I met the rapper:
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