ever since your parents kicked you to the curb when you were eighteen, you’ve been trying to get around on your own the best you can. you never had any education past high school because you cannot afford college. so it was kind of difficult to get a real job. but, everyone always told you that you had a good singing voice. so you figured…why not use that to make money?

you’ve finally gotten courageous enough to ask for gigs at bars, and do open mics and things. tonight, you have a gig at this underground jazz club.

you just finished up singing one song, and you were starting to get more comfortable. as you’re taking a water break, a man comes up to you and asks, “you taking requests?”