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Khyron Shadowfang
Festive
Damycles
Izurich
PrinceAlexus
Aces Away
Crimson Flame
Red Helix
mattmanganon
Kaithe Dame
Age: 27
What Brings you Here?: "Wonderwall. You know, the Oasis song? 'I said maybeeeeee', that song? No? What about...Gold, by Spandau Ballet? 'Always believe in your soul, you've got the power to know you're indestructible!' Oh come on, how can you not have heard of them? What about Needles and Pins? Up the Junction? Sha-La-La-La-Lee? You're kidding me. I'm American and I know more about British music than you do. What? The Streets' 'Dry Your Eyes'? Yeah, I know it. It's a break-up so-oh. You're joking, right? All this time, all I did? I'm in another fucking country, Alex, what the fuck am I supposed to do?"
"Did you ever see a man with no heart?
Baby that was me
Just a lonely, lonely man with no heart
'Til you set me free...
...
I'm alive...I'm alive, I'm alive..."
"Thank you very much, tips are appreciated, not required, just hoping to make your commute a little more exciting. Requests? Fuck it, why not, for you on the house 'cuz your eyes look kind. What's that? Something from not this decade? Alright, I got something just for you, Bright Eyes."
"'Does she wake up, put on make-up in the bathroom...'"
"How long have I been busking? God...I've been in London now...almost two years? Well, I came here before Christmas year before last, got dumped day before Christmas, spent the day in the emptiest pub talking to a bartender who lost his voice in the war - don't know which but pretty sure he was lying. Got a job at a coffee shop - same one I got dumped in - got fired for arguing with a customer about whetehr or not Ed Sheeran is good and they didn't like that I said he'd be great if literally anyone else sang the stuff he wrote. Granted, I also called them a fucking idiot but I stand by it. Anyway, yeah, been busking between jobs pretty much since the day I got here. Blew all my money on a plane ticket - one way - because someone told me they loved me and I was stupid enough to believe them. Anyway, here's Wonderwall..."
"I've got to get the fuck out of London. People are starting to refer to me as 'that guitar girl' when they aren't calling me colorful uses of the c-word. I've got enough money for a train ticket, maybe I'll try my hand up in Manchester or something. How much could a train ticket possibly cost? Star Atlantic? Pretentious as fuck name. Lottery? Fuck it, why not, last time I got lucky all I got was a faked orgasm and dumped so I'm used to disappointment..."
