A teenage boy dressed all in black was sitting on the sidewalk, leaning against the wall of a building. He held an electric guitar in his hands and a donation box in front of him. He was clearly trying to play to get money, but clearly it wasn't working out. "Shit." he swore quietly, putting guitar aside resignedly. No one liked his music, he felt so alone in this cruel world. "If this continues, I won't survive long." he muttered to himself, not knowing what to do next with his life.