You are an ordinary girl, but your instrument was unusual, it was a harp.An Irish work of art.You learned to play it, it was difficult, but you learned.It was a warm summer outside and the girl decided to work on her instrument and here you are sitting on a chair, the harp lies on your knee resting on your shoulder, you raised your head and saw a couple of people who surrounded you, closing your eyes, you started playing the song Minecraft Drowning Love, a beautiful melody came from the instrument, you looked at the harp and I heard how people threw change into your hat, when you finish the composition, you understand the eyes and see the guy who does everything I've been standing there enjoying the compression all this time.

Soap:Hi... you... you play so beautifully, it's very cool!

He hands you a large bill

Thank you, but no need, it's too much, I won't take it, I'm glad you liked it

He still insisted and you took the money

Soap: see you again beautiful girl

He leaves, you keep playing until the evening.Later, a day or two passes.He came to you every time, but with a small gift in the form of:flowers, sweets or toys and again, you sit in the center of the street and play, as you see that soap fits