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Post by The Entertainer on Apr 3, 2010 0:02:48 GMT -5
Today, The Entertainer learned something. Never make a snow angel in the sand. Snow stuck together, sand did not. He was now standing shirtless on the beach of South beach, trying to get sand out of his shirt. He didn't know how he would get the sand out of his pants. He couldn't take off his pants in public! But he couldn't stand having sand in his clothes. So he had a dilemma.
He shook his white shirt, trying to get every bit of sand out of it. You would think that sand would be easy to get out, but no. It multiplied! He wanted to know why the sand multiplied, that was just crazy. It wasn't alive, so how did it multiply? The Entertainer made that his new goal, to find out how sand multiplies.
While shaking out his shirt, the sun on the water sparkled and it caught his attention. It was shining, he liked things that shined. His cane was going to shine bright, like the ocean or a star. He grinned at the thought. His cane was going to be black, and it would shine, and it was going to be big, and...
He looked down, and saw his shirt was not in his hands. Where did it go? He glanced around and saw that a gust of warm air carried his precious shirt away. The Entertainer frantically ran his hands through his hair, looking at his shirt that was flying away. "No, no, don't land in the ocean! No!" He muttered to himself, sure enough his shirt landed in the ocean. He sighed, the only thing he hated more than sand in his clothes was wet clothes.
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Post by melody on Apr 3, 2010 0:27:40 GMT -5
She loved swimming, the water was amazing and felt so nice especially on a nice Spring day. She was underwater holding her breath and counting, seeing how long she could hold her breath before needing to resurface for air, the longer the better, meant she had strong well developed singing lungs. She counted up to near 30 and then popped up from the water but coughed when she felt an article of clothing on her head. She pulled the shirt from her head and looked at it skeptically before she looked over on the shore of the beach to see Entertainer rushing toward the water's edge looking distraught.
Melody smiled and found her way to shore and walked over to Entertainer holding out his wet shirt to him,"This yers...Entertainer?"she asked him as she held it away from her waiting for him to take it. She smiled at him as she ran her free hand through her wet blond hair and her pretty blue eyes sparkled beneath the shining sun, almost like the water sparkling. She tilted her head and bit her bottom lip abit in a cute manner,"Ya look like you could use some help...what seems to be yer problem, yer covered in sand,"she said giggling softly, not at him but the fact she thought it was rather adorable.
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Post by The Entertainer on Apr 3, 2010 0:36:05 GMT -5
"This yers...Entertainer?"
The Entertainer had his arms folder over his bare chest, as he thought about how he could get his shirt back. He didn't want to get the rest of him wet, because then he would have to wait for his clothes to dry, and waiting was such a drag. He hummed as he thought of what to do. He heard someone speak to him, and he turned around, glancing at Melody. She found his shirt! He beamed, and took it from her, hugging it to him. "Thank you!" He exclaimed, but his smile turned into a frown, it was soaking wet. He hated wet clothes.
"Ya look like you could use some help...what seems to be yer problem, yer covered in sand,"
"Yeah. That." He said, wringing out the water from his shirt. The Entertainer looked at her, "Don't ever make a snow angel in the sand, it doesn't end well." He nodded before rolling his eyes in annoyance.
"Especially if you hate having sand in your clothes like I do." He grumbled.
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Post by melody on Apr 3, 2010 0:43:09 GMT -5
She giggled softly and watched him wring out his shirt,"I have a suggestion....if ya want it dry but it'll take some time,"she said as she looked him up and down. He was rather carefree it seemed, he made her smile because he seemed somewhat childish but not in a way that was bad. She pointed over to where she had a towel lying out on the sand and an umbrella and she tilted her head again,"We can sit and you can put yer shirt on the towel in the sun until it dries...."she suggested.
She looked up at the sky and smiled, it was hard to see Melody without a smile on her face, everything seemed to make her happy, the sun, the rain, music, silence, cleanliness....even when she was frustrated, the smile still was placed on her lips ever so slightly. She glanced back over at Entertainer,"Would you like to do that?"she asked him, her voice a melancholy almost, it matched her so well, matched her personality and her childlike yet mature looks.
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Post by The Entertainer on Apr 3, 2010 0:53:30 GMT -5
"We can sit and you can put yer shirt on the towel in the sun until it dries...."
"Really? That would be great!" He said, bouncing over to where her towel was at. The Entertainer carefully placed his shirt on the towel, and sat next to it. If anyone tried to steal his shirt, he'd kill them. Even the wind. Although he didn't think he could kill the wind. He didn't want to. The wind helped on the scorching hot summer days when he was outside selling. The only time he didn't like the wind was when it blew away his shirt.
He glanced over at Melody, motioning for her to come over and sit next to him. "How long does it take for a shirt to dry?" He asked, he was very unfamiliar with how cleaning and drying clothes worked. He usually let one of the girls at the Lodging House do the laundry. They were better at it. He tried cleaning his clothes once, and ended up getting distracted by the bubbles, and nearly flooding the place. He grinned at the memory.
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Post by melody on Apr 3, 2010 1:00:38 GMT -5
She watched as he went over and set his shirt out nd then motioned for her to sit by him. She skipped over to him and sat down beside him, leaning back on the palms of her hands and crossing her legs as she stared out onto the water, it was lovely. She thought about alot of things, who the leader would be in Staten Island...they would soon find out, not that she really cared who was chosen. She thought about lollipops and sugarcane, it sounded good at this point for some unexplainable reason, she figured she'd stop by Annie's on the way home. Her mind drifted to music and performing at Irving hall, the greatest experiences of her life were on that stage. She smiled to herself and snapped out of thought when he spoke.
"Oh it shouldn't take too long....maybe about an hour until its dry enough for you to wear again,"she replied softly as she looked back at him and smiled genuinely once more, she had that look of innoccence and distance, like she was always daydreaming, when she wasn't. She looked into his eyes and wondered what he thought about, everyone thought about something. She bit her lip again thinking of something to say,"So....have you found a place to show off yer talents yet?"she asked him, knowing he was just as passionate about music as she was.
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Post by The Entertainer on Apr 3, 2010 1:11:40 GMT -5
"Oh it shouldn't take too long....maybe about an hour until its dry enough for you to wear again,"
"An hour isn't too long, I guess." He mused. It really wasn't, it depended on the type of activity that chose whether the hour was long or not. If he had to sit and watch paint dry, then that would be a very long hour. However, if he was performing, then the hour went by like two seconds. That's what he thought anyway.
"So....have you found a place to show off yer talents yet?"
The Entertainer shook his head, "Just the humble streets of the city." He said with a laugh. His dream was to headline his own shown, like Medda did. That woman had everything he wanted, she had everything his parents had until they were murdered.
He frowned and looked out to the water, he hated thinking about his parent's deaths. The Entertainer was convinced that either he would find his parent's murderer or they would find him. He hated thinking about that too, so he focused on something he loved; music.
"You know what? I'd love to get my hands on a guitar sometime. That's what I'm saving up for." He said, lying a little. He was saving up for a shiny cane, but a guitar would fit his needs better. The cane would come later for when he was famous. "I haven't played a guitar in forever..." He mused.
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Post by melody on Apr 3, 2010 1:18:13 GMT -5
She listened to him, his voice ws nice, it was almost soothing. She lie back and closed her eyes, resting her hands on her stomach as she hummed softly in thought once more. "If you would like me to....."she considered for a second before finishing her sentence. "I could ask Medda if there are any available nights when you could perform....I'm sure she would not mind and she does trust my judgement on good talent," she offered as she opened one eye to glance over at him. She hummed softly again and thought of his wanting a guitar, she wanted her own piano more than anything, she knew what it was like to want.
"I someday would love to own my very own piano....the one at the Lodging house is nice, but it is not the same when it belongs to everyone...."she muttered, she knew he would understand her feelings on this. She turned on her side to face him and rested her elbow on the sand and her head in the palm of her hand,"I bet you play guitar fantastically,"she said smiling at him, she admired people who shared her love for music.
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Post by The Entertainer on Apr 3, 2010 1:34:13 GMT -5
"I could ask Medda if there are any available nights when you could perform....I'm sure she would not mind and she does trust my judgement on good talent,"
"Really?!" He exclaimed, "You would do that for me?" The Entertainer beamed, to perform in front of a real audience would mean the world to him. Sure, he performed for the Staten Island newsies and for the random people on the streets, but they were forced to endure his entertainment. But a real audience, they were voluntary! They wanted to be there, they wanted to see him perform.
"I someday would love to own my very own piano....the one at the Lodging house is nice, but it is not the same when it belongs to everyone...."
The Entertainer nodded, he knew what she meant about owning instruments. There was just something about it. "I know what you mean." He said, "I'd love to have my own piano, but that's down the road." He chuckled, "Way down the road, when I'm famous and I have my own place." He grinned, he wanted to live in a huge house like the rich people who bought papers from him did. The living room would feature a large piano, where he would spend most of his time.
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Post by melody on Apr 3, 2010 19:14:07 GMT -5
"Really?" "You would do that for me?"
Melody smiled and nodded her head,"Of course I would, ya deserve a shot at being in the spotlight on that stage, the feeling is incredible, like nothing any normal person could even dream of feeling,"she said as she ran her hand through her hair it was starting to dry, and it was abit tangled but she knew it would be ok when they got back to the lodging house and she could run a brush through it.
She tilted her head and looked over at his shirt,"is it dry yet? you should check it,"she suggested pointing to his shirt. She closed her eyes taking in the feel of the sun on her face, it felt nice. She began humming again as she looked over at Entertainer, it was nice to be in the presence of a normal newsie, she wasn't against any of the other newsies but it always seemed like they had some sort of problem and things were always hectic. This right ere, was nice...the calm relaxing feel, the shining sun and the seabreeze.
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Post by The Entertainer on Apr 3, 2010 19:27:50 GMT -5
"Of course I would, ya deserve a shot at being in the spotlight on that stage, the feeling is incredible, like nothing any normal person could even dream of feeling,"
The Entertained beamed and nodded, someone else understood what he felt when he performed. "Exactly. It's the best feeling in the world." He said. It has been a while since he last performed, well performed on a real stage. He could still recall the memory like it was yesterday. It was right before his grandfather passed away.
"is it dry yet? you should check it,"
Melody's voice interrupted his thoughts. He looked over at her, "Hmm?" He asked, then he fully realized what she had said and he nodded. "Yeah, that'd be a good idea." He said, reaching over to the shirt and touching it to see if it was dry. The Entertainer looked over and shook his head, "Not yet, it's still a little damp." He hated wearing wet clothes, he would much rather wait for his shirt to fully dry. Plus, he would look funny strolling back to the lodging house in a half damp shirt.
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