PINNACLE OF LIFE

I see a crowd put their body to small bus in the road. The door even can not be closed. They are rushing. What in their mind is to get placed inside. Without wasting more time, I slip on men to reach my stage. "It's show time". Bizarre sound pierce every ears that hear my loud voice. I stringed my guitar gently. I know I am not a good singer, but what can I do. I just want to survive in this life, even though living from people coins.

To be continued.

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