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Post by CelticCailín on Aug 10, 2011 4:14:11 GMT -5
It was a typical day in Dublin. People shopping, dipping into pubs for a pint, the usual.
I took out my fiddle from the case, tightened the bow, tucked my hair behind my ear, and began to play a jig. People stopped to clap, cheer, and throw a few euros into my fiddle case. I played a few more tunes, encouraged by the crowd.
When I finished, I looked down into the case. I had made 15 euros, enough for something from the chipper. My stomach growled hungrily, the last time that I had eaten a proper meal was two days ago. I put my fiddle away, and walked toward the chipper.
After I ate some fish and chips, I felt so much better to not have to constantly be bothered by the hunger pangs in my stomach. But this was only temporary, I knew soon enough I would go hungry again, and have to play for money. The playing is not the problem, its that being a street musician is hard, harder still when you are a teenaged girl who is an orphan and has been unable to find somewhere to call home. I know that I am lucky, at least I get to eat now and then.
I shivered, the wind was starting to blow, and rainclouds threatened overhead. It began to pour rain, and my worn jacket and old blue jeans with my ratty sneakers did little to protect me from the weather. I sighed, and waited out the rain. It certainly is not the first time that I have been stuck in bad weather and chilled to my skin. The streets were now deserted. _________________________________________________ Should I keep writing this... I am trying out a new story, since my other one, Finding Who I Really Am, is almost finished.
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Post by !!DerryChick!! on Aug 10, 2011 10:07:17 GMT -5
I like it!! Keep updating please
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Aug 10, 2011 11:01:48 GMT -5
UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by musicgirl on Aug 10, 2011 13:48:57 GMT -5
this is interesting!! update please!
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Post by GalwayGirl on Aug 10, 2011 19:23:36 GMT -5
This is a great beginning! I can't wait to read more! Update please!
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Post by DaughterofOphelia on Aug 10, 2011 19:59:41 GMT -5
I Love it!!! Please write more!
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Post by celticbear on Aug 10, 2011 22:24:32 GMT -5
I agree with the others! This new story is worth continuing!
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Post by CelticCailín on Aug 11, 2011 3:45:42 GMT -5
OK, looks like I've another long story to write! Hope you like it as much as the other one! __________________________________________________________________________ After about half an hour, the rain went away, but the clouds remained. I was soaked to the skin, and these were the only clothes that I owned. I hoped that the sun might make a brief appearance and dry me off so I wouldn't be more cold sleeping outside tonight. My clothes stuck to me, wet and cold layers. The only thing I owned in the whole world that was more precious to me than my fiddle, was my Mam's necklace. It was simple, a thing gold chain with a locket that had pictures of Mam and Dad inside. I hadn't taken it off since Mam had given it to me the day she died, four years ago. I remember her face, her kind green eyes and black hair that was streaked with grey. Mam was all I had left in my family. We were each other's family, since nobody else wanted anything to do with us after Dad became an alcoholic, got fired from his job at the Labour Exchange, spent every night in the pubs, and came home roaring drunk in the wee hours, if he came home at all. Dad died three years ago, a year before Mam, from sclorosis of the liver. The cause? The drink. The drink became more important to him than the people who should have come first in his life, me and Mam. Mam died from pnuemonia, according to the doctors, but I have always suspected that she really died of a broken heart. She was alyways begging Dad to come off the drink, to stop spending the dole money that was supposed to be for food, and paying our bills, in the bars. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. Every night she'd plead for him to stop, every night he left to go and stand pints to other men, and accept pints form them in return. I might as well not have ever had a father at all, what with the amount he cared for me, and spent with me, which was none. Mammy was supposed to be his true love, but it wasn't Mam that Dad pledged himself to; it was the pint instead.
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Post by GalwayGirl on Aug 11, 2011 9:35:50 GMT -5
I loved the update!! Poor girl she definitely had a lot to deal with!!! I can't wait to see what happens next! Update soon please!
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Post by musicgirl on Aug 11, 2011 14:52:58 GMT -5
wow!!! poor girl!!! that sounds like a tough life.
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Post by meg_cahill21 on Aug 11, 2011 17:48:24 GMT -5
depressing... sounds like this story that i attempted to write awhile ago... but it got no where... UPDATE SOON!!!!
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Aug 11, 2011 18:55:53 GMT -5
Ooooh I'm liking this!! update soon!! oh yeah...please
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Post by CelticCailín on Aug 11, 2011 18:59:25 GMT -5
it wont be all sad and doom and gloom, i promise! __________________________________________________________________________ I snapped out of my reverie, reminding myself all of that was in the past now, and there was nothing I could do to change it. One day, I want to be a professional violist, but the chances of that seem slim, but I'll take any chance that I can get.
It was just about 5pm, so if I hurried over to the Square, I might be able to make a bit more money. I walked briskly, picking up my pace. Soon, I saw there were other musicians there as well, all vying for the attention, and pocket money of passerby. I went a few feet away from everyone else, and quickly got to playing. I started off with Dowd's Number Nine, and by the time I had gotten round to The Lad That Can Do It, I'd a large crowd, and a fair bit of cash as well. After awhile, people headed home, it was a Friday, after all. But a few stuck around for a few more tunes. Just as I was packing up to go find somewhere to sleep, a lad walked up to me. He looked me up and down, as if afraid I would bite or jump at him.
'I won't bite ye, ya know? Ye alrii, lad?' I asked.
'Aye, I know. I'm grand.' the mysterious boy replied.
'So... you've a question for me or something?'
'Well, actually, I do. Who taught you how to play so well?'
'Me Mam, we had been to ceilis, and sessions and played for the craic of it.' I said cautiously.
'Ah, I see. You've a talent for the fiddle, like.'
'Thanks, that's grand of you to say.'
'Do you normally play round here? Dublin, so?' he asked with curiosity.
'Yeah, Dublin, wherever the people are.'
'Right. I've to be going, but it was nice talking to you.'
Before he walked away, he put a fifty euro note into my hand. I watched him disappear down the street, and realized I hadn't asked the lad his name.
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Post by HburgEagle44 on Aug 11, 2011 19:05:08 GMT -5
awwwwwwwwwwwwww she'll see him again. I feel it in my young, sore, tired bones update soon, please!
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Post by GalwayGirl on Aug 11, 2011 20:17:07 GMT -5
I loved the update!! I am sure that she will see him again as well! I can't wait to see what happens next! Update soon please!
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