MARIE THERESE

Most Sundays, I took my guitar out to the busy streets and played the most touching songs but all I earned from such was a dollar bill. There was always this weird guy with a stern gaze at the other end of the road who starred with an impression on his face. “You play quite well,” said one day after I had released my latest song in public. Most of the passersby were stunned but they never left any money. All they did was clap for me. “I can get you wherever you wanted, all you need do is make me your official sponsor and I will teach you the arts,” he said.