Look at these people. Walking by with their heads down and sullen faces. Never looking at anyone directly for fear of making eye contact. They make me sick. No ambition. No drive. Just walk the same way to work, and the same way back home. Each and every day. How many of these people enjoy their life? Better yet, how many of them even deserve what they have now?
Jeremy's fingers flew across the neck of his violin, his bow gliding over the strings as the melody of notes sang through the air. He had played this song at least several hundred times by now, the ebb and flow branded in his mind forevermore. It was the final piece he performed he was kicked from the orchestra he had worked so hard in. It was a masterpiece, written by Jeremy's favorite composer Vivaldi. Though, with the lack of an orchestra he had taken the liberty to ad lib empty spaces in his playing. It was a constant reminder of what was taken from him. A constant reminder that someone had to pay for the crimes against him.
What does that mean for me? Does this mean I am as lowly, as ignoble as the rest of this filth?!
Jeremy's anger channeled through his hands, the notes surging in volume. He loosened the force of the bow on the instrument, yet the volume continued to grow louder and louder. People were turning their heads at the sudden burst of sound that was Jeremy's performance. Jeremy released the bow from the strings in frustration, the sound eventually ceasing it's outburst. He took the moment to look around at the people now watching him. Some clapped silently, others dropped spare change into his instrument's case. He smiled a fake smile and nodded in masked contempt to those who had departed from their money.
If all it takes is a smile and a nod to take these commoner's money, it's no wonder why this filth complain about debt and bills.
Jeremy looked down to the money that had accumulated. From an estimate, forty six dollars and some change. This time, the smile that smeared itself across his face was very real, and slightly sinister.
Was that sudden burst of volume really that entertaining to these people? I shall have to emulate that again if this keeps up. But... What caused it? I have never done it before, so why now? The weather should not effect the sound this much, so it can not be that.
Before he could get too deep in thought, Jeremy's stomach rumbled and gurgled audibly. His eyes trailed up towards the immediate building across the street.
"Bar None. Did they really think themselves clever with that one?"
Jeremy muttered under his breath as he read the big logo(?) on the wall. Despite his feelings about the name, he knew he needed food in order to continue through the day. And, after this morning's stroke of good fortune, he definitely had the money to eat. It may not have been caviar and roe like he was used to, but it would have to do.
Just hope I dodge contracting the runs from this joint.