Tales Of PBE

Living The Dream

     It was only twenty-four hours removed from his biggest heartbreak. He had lost everything he ever cared about. He had to work two minimum wage jobs as he went to a performing arts school but was fired and could no longer attend the classes. His girlfriend left him for his worst enemy and moved away to France, and worst of all his family lost all hope in him and disowned him. 

     The previous night, he had nowhere to go because he had no money or a home. He woke up on a rusted metal bench when he was awakened by bikes, pedestrians, and cars that passed by the road. He was embarrassed and ashamed of himself. He knew life was going to be a struggle and was going to be hard on him.

“But not this hard,” he thought to himself. 

      He tried to pretend to not be homeless so that the people wouldn’t look at him differently, but it was no use; the people knew anyway. Some decided to take pity on him and donate money or an occasional half-eaten sandwich, and others would ignore him and act like he didn’t even exist. He cared a lot about what people thought about him, of course, because he wanted to become a celebrity and to be famous all around the world. 

     It did not help at all that his girlfriend nor his family approved of or respected any of his life choices. And then it hit him. If he wanted to become a star and he had nowhere else to go or nothing better to do than beg for help, then why not become a street performer? “What more would I have to lose?” he thought to himself.

     The only problem was: what would be his act? He studied dance throughout high school, was in the school choir, even studied art and retook the class each semester. After a morning watching the world operate around him he decided what he would do. He would make a show for all of the people to see. “This is going to be grand,” he thought to himself with excitement that he could barely contain.

     He decided to use all of his great talents and mix them all together to entertain the town. He painted murals on the sidewalks, he wrote songs on some old papers he found in the trash bins that he would sing all day long, and he even created his own dance routines to go along with his local concert. 

     It was the evening when he finished his setup, and he took one last good look at it before he fell asleep. This was the happiest he’s ever been. “Nothing can be better than this,” he thought, but he was quickly reminded of where he was, a town with no one around on a cold breezy night. He lost his excitement and felt sad and started to shiver from being so cold. He missed having a home to go back to, he missed all of the warm meals he used to have, he missed the comfort and warmth of his old bed, but most of all he missed the people that used to love him. 

     It was once again the morning. Today was the day when he would find a new beginning, a brand new start with doing what he loved most – to entertain. He was uncontrollably eager to begin the show. He quickly picked one of his songs to sing and sang as loud as he could. At first, the people showed little interest, and that discouraged him a little bit, but he kept singing like he never had before. 

     It was now the afternoon and people were looking for a place to eat lunch. He kept saying to himself, “This is it, this is it, it’s finally my time to shine!” The people heard the beautiful songs he was performing and they decided to skip lunch to listen to the songs. One person after another came and eventually there was a crowd of around 20 citizens listening to him and cheering him on. 

     Never in his life has he been happier. It may not have been the way he wanted it to be but now he was living the dream. His art and songs were inspiring the whole town and they were all in awe of his work. The crowd erupted when he started to break out his new dance moves. 

     They loved him so much that people started to donate cash and the amount kept getting bigger. Five dollars turned into 15 dollars and soon it all turned into 50 dollars. He was so humbled and thanked the crowd for their generous donations and for coming to the show. The people proceeded to leave and it was time to stop the show for the day. 

     He looked at his earnings for the day in amazement and realized that he could finally after all this time have a fresh hot meal. He proceeded to the nearest restaurant. He was given weird looks because he did not shave or take a shower the entire time he was kicked out of his home, but the restaurant understood and were more than happy to serve him. 

     A few days passed. New songs were written and performed and more people came to listen to his songs and admire his art.  And during the past few days following his first show he received more and more donations and some days he had even earned nearly 500 dollars! 

     Life was good for him. He just wished there was a way to find a home so he didn’t have to sleep on that old rusty bench any longer. One day a man in a very fancy black suit came by to attend the show. It was yet another successful show and he had again earned another 100 dollars or so. After the show, the man in the suit approached him and said, “I have a new opportunity and I bet you’re interested.”

     He was in shock and pinched himself to see if he was dreaming as the man in the suit continued, “I’ve recognized your talent and can sense your passion from miles away. It’s very refreshing and I’m here today to ask if you’ll be my client so I can help you become a star!”

     He did not hesitate to shake the man’s hand and thank him for the opportunity. The man added, “And I assume that you will be ecstatic to hear that your days of sleeping on some rusty old park bench are over. If you want you can stay with me. Because as your agent, it’s my responsibility to ensure that you get everything essential you need for your career.”

     He smiled and cried tears of joy as he followed his agent to his car. He wished that the people who gave up on him would see him now. He knew that very soon they all would,  because he wasn’t dreaming – he was living the dream.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s