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 Being a street muscision wasn't all you thought it would be - describe a full day

I woke up late again on my friends floor with other bodies scattered around the room, tucked into sleeping bags. I had to make some money today to buy dog food and a few pints later at the open mike night where i go and play. I see to my dog, sandy, feed her the last tine of dog food and a few biscuits from a packet that one of the regulars in town had given me. I help myself to coffee before sitting at my friends computer to google some new songs to learn that i can play today in the town centre.

Ive learnt the basics of a few new songs so put sandys lead on her and venture out into the cold January day, guitar on may back ready to hopefully make a bit of money. Sandy lays at my feeet in my spot in the town centre, just outside a shopping centre and i start to play the new tracks i had learnt. People pass by not taking any notice of me. A few people drop a few coins into my guitar case and i nod and smile whilst still singing. I decide to take a break from singing and sit down next to sandy and count my coins. Two pounds twenty three pence. Well, its enough for todays dog food but it wont get me out tonight to the open mike night. Although it goes against my principals as a musician i have to start playing the songs that bring the coins dropping into the guitar case. That is popular tunes that I don't think are that good but they are money earners. My more obscure tunes just get dismissed as no one recognises them. With a sigh i stroke sandy and stand up ready to play again. I started strumming the chords for wonder wall by oasis. Sure enough people started dropping pound coins into the Guitar case in their droves. People were even making a bee line to drop the money in from across the street. Then a woman brought me a cup of coffee from a near by cafe. I would nod and smile and thank them. People would wait for me to finish and talk to me for a while, complementing me on my playing and singing. I sat down to drink the cup of coffee and had a quick couldn't up of money. Twenty seven pounds and three pence. I stroke sandy and think she has been out in the cold for long enough, so i start to pack away. I walk back to my friends house pondering the day. It's the same every day. People just like a song that they know the words to to that's familiar to them that they can sing along to in their head or that reminds them of a time in their life that was special to them. I wont win any awards for creativity but i have earned my crust for the day.