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I've been scratching my guitar all-out at the Open Mic Night event. The song Growing Old Disgracefully by Juxta has ended. The bar was deserted. Three drunken men woke up and staggered to find the exit door. Three times they bumped into tables, chairs, and toilet doors before finding the heavy wooden exit door.
I fixed my guitar, my most valuable treasure. I hoped someday I could buy a E17 Pro Acoustic guitar. I also wanted to form a band. I knew Joe the drummer and Smith the keyboard player. Maybe later we needed to do an audition to find a bassist. But, it's easy. What's the difficult one was the path I was taking now. I had to busk on street corners to raise money. When the money I collected was enough, then the dreams could be realized slowly.
Today I was tired after singing for hours in this Rising Star game (
I dozed off. I woke up when the sun was getting high. I missed the chance to play in front of the train station and busy Times Square intersection. People who went to work in the morning were sure to be kind and gave a few bucks. I missed that. Playing in the bar last night drained my energy and it took me a long time to recover. Now my energy was just enough to sing by the side of the road.
I hurried to leave. I just grabbed a loaf of bread that Mama had prepared for breakfast as I ran out. Outside, the winter air was slightly warm. I walked down Park Avenue heading south, downtown.
Some of the buskers I saw were hanging around looking for the right place to play. I was still walking. There was a great spot at the crossroads at City Garden. The police rarely patrolled over there, so it's quite safe for a illegal busker like me to work.
After seeing the situation was safe, I put my hat on the floor and started strumming the guitar. There were several songs that stick to my head, such as Illegal Busking, Growing old Disgracefully by Juxta, Ask Ken by Gribbles, Assimilation by #WinandWoo, and Devil I Mean Amanda by Black Eye Butterfly (
Suddenly a policeman screamed from across the street. He had apparently seen me while patrolling the area. He was waving his club. This was bad. I hurriedly fixed my guitar and took a thousand steps. There was an alley by Park Avenue that would save me. I had to reach that alley if I didn't want to be caught and in jail. I ran as fast as I could. The alley could be seen from a distance. I ran as hard as I could.
Merriam-Webster Dictionary noted:
busker (noun)
Definition: chiefly British : a person who entertains in a public place for donations
First known use: 1851, in the meaning defined above
History and Etymology: busk, probably from Italian buscare to procure, gain, from Spanish buscar to look for
TO BE CONTINUED....
Mimpi Menjadi Bintang (Bagian Pertama): Kisahku dalam Rising Star Game di Hive
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Aku sudah habis-habisan menggaruk gitar dalam acara Open Mic Night. Lagu Growing Old Disgracefully oleh Juxta telah berakhir. Bar itu sudah sepi. Tiga lelaki mabuk terbangun dan berjalan terhuyung-huyung mencari pintu keluar. Tiga kali mereka menabrak meja, kursi, dan pintu toilet sebelum menemukan pintu keluar kayu yang berat itu.
Aku membenahi gitarku, hartaku paling berharga. Aku memimpikan suatu saat nanti dapat membeli gitar E17 Pro Acoustic. Aku juga ingin membentuk sebuah grup band. Aku kenal Joe si jago drum dan Smith si pemain keyboard. Mungkin kami nanti perlu bikin audisi untuk mencari basis. Tapi, itu mudah. Yang sulit adalah jalan yang sedang kutempuh kini. Aku harus mengamen di sudut-sudut jalan untuk mengumpulkan uang. Bila uang itu sudah cukup, barulah mimpi-mimpi itu bisa diwujudkan pelan-pelan.
Hari ini aku sudah lelah setelah bernyanyi selama berjam-jam dalam Rising Star game ini. Energiku tinggal 1 persen. Aku butuh setidaknya delapan jam lagi agar kekuatanku pulih, mendekati 100 persen. Cara terbaik adalah tidur. Ya, tidur.
Guitars on My Dream
Aku ketiduran. Aku terbangun ketika matahari telah mulai tinggi. Aku melewatkan kesempatan untuk bermain di depan stasiun kereta api dan persimpangan Times Square yang sibuk. orang-orang yang berangkat bekerja di pagi hari pastilah baik hati dan memberi beberapa dolar. Aku melewatkan itu. Bermain di bar tadi malam telah menguras energiku dan butuh waktu lama untuk memulihkannya. Kini energiku cuma cukup untuk mengamen di pinggir jalan.
Aku bergegas untuk berangkat. Setangkup roti yang disiapkan mama untuk sarapan kusambar begitu saja sambil berlari keluar. Di luar, udara musim dingin sudah sedikit hangat. Aku berjalan menyusuri Park Avenue menuju ke selatan, ke pusat kota.
Beberapa pengamen kulihat sudah berkeliaran mencari tempat yang tepat untuk bermain. Aku masih berjalan terus. Ada tempat bagus di persimpangan jalan di City Garden. Polisi jarang berpatroli di sana, jadi cukup aman bagi pengamen sepertiku untuk bekerja.
Setelah melihat situasi aman, aku menaruh topiku di lantai dan mulai memetik gitar. Ada beberapa lagu yang melekati di kepalaku, seperti Illegal Busking, Growing old Disgracefully by Juxta, Ask Ken by Gribbles, Assimilation by #WinandWoo, dan Devil I Mean Amanda by Black Eye Butterfly (
Tiba-tiba seorang polisi berteriak dari seberang jalan. Dia rupanya melihatku ketika sedang berpatroli di sekitar kawasan ini. Dia mengancung-acungkan pentungnya. Gawat. Aku buru-buru membenahi gitarkua dan ambil langkah seribu. Ada sebuah gang di dekat Park Avenue yang akan menyelamatkanku. Aku harus mencapai gang itu bila tak ingin ditangkap dan mendekam di penjara. Aku berlari sekencang-kencangnya. Gang itu sudah tampak dari kejauhan. Aku berlari sekuat tenaga.
My Life as a Illegal Busker
Merriam-Webster Dictionary mencatat:
busker noun
Definition: chiefly British : a person who entertains in a public place for donations
First known use: 1851, in the meaning defined above
History and Etymology: busk, probably from Italian buscare to procure, gain, from Spanish buscar to look for.
BERSAMBUNG....
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