Title: Dreams
by Alex from London | in writing, fiction
Rob is standing leaning against a wall wearing jeans, a grey hooded top and a beanie covering most of his head. He is strumming an acoustic guitar in front of him is a case with spare change spread across it. Rob begins to sing 'Live Forever' by Oasis.
Ian walks past and throws down a few pounds before stopping to listen to Rob more.
Rob: Cheers pal, Oasis fan then?
Ian: Well from time to time, prefer more mellow stuff really.
Rob: See that's the thing, music always brings people of all colours, creeds and cultures together.
Ian: Too bad it can't keep the kid's of these streets
Rob: All they need is a dream and they've got no-one encouraging them these days.
Ian: so what's your dream then?
Rob: Wouldn't mind turning this into a better paid job.
They both laugh
Ian: Well, good luck I guess.
Ian begins to walk away when Rob shouts out to him
Rob: What's your dream then?
Ian stops and turns to Rob with a smile on his face
Ian: I guess I was one of those that were never pushed in the right direction? maybe one day I'll help others dream.
Ian proceeds to leave the stage
A Busker talks about dreaming being the key to life.
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