A GUITAR CASE AND A DREAM (HARRY STYLES STORY)

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PREFACE:

My name is Alina.I not the average 17 year old. You see my mother and father both died when i was 7. I was raised by my aunt who disowned me because i did some wrong things. I was a rebel who wanted nothing more than to fit in. When i went back to school i learned two things:

1. 11th grade is all about social class

2. you meet some of your best friends in high school.

My best friends were named Kyla , Mason , and Jenn. They have been with me scince i moved here to ireland after my mom and dad died.

I dont have a normal job either. I dont officially have a boss either. Im a well known street preformer.I know its a crazy idea but, music is my passion and i plan to keep it with me forever. I have one special guitar that i use for every preformance. I love it and i have had it scince i was 13. Music wasnt just something that inspired me, it helped me through the shit hole i call life. I used to cut,smoke weed and i even sold myself to make money. Those things i am ashamed of but i know that i have to forget . the only problem was that those things happened this year and last year.

Today i was going to travel by bus to london and stay there for a week to preform. I was bringing Kyla for moral support. We have been on this damn bus for almost four hours. and we still have like one more to go. I can almost taste the london air. Let me tell you it feels great.

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It took forever but im here in london. I walked up the tiny steps of a buildiong. I was just a girl with a guitar case and a dream. I set my guitar case on the ground and pulled out my guitar. i strummed a tune then began to play.

White lips, pale face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, day's end

Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men

And they say

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since 18

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

Cos we're just under the upperhand

And go mad for a couple of grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

I suddenly noticed that people began to crowd around but im not sure if it was because of me or not.Ijust kept on playing.

Ripped gloves, raincoat

Tried to swim and stay afloat

Dry house, wet clothes