Who: Kenny Sawyer and OPEN What: Kenny is busking... Where: Central Park, New York City When: Saturday July 16th, Afternoon Rating: G..ish? Status: OPEN.
Central park was cliched, everyone came here, and every street performer thought they were gods gift to art. And it was busy, to get a prime spot you had to show up early, hell, for some spots you had to sign up and get a permit. Kenny wasn't in one of those spots and he'd been there since early morning, he'd picked a spot, set down his backpack with his supplies for the day, he had water, lots of it, and cash for food. mostly though he had batteries for his portable amp. He'd even brought with him two guitars, because he knew even with all the batteries the amp wouldn't last all day.
He'd made himself a decent cash haul in the morning, stopping only long enough to clear out his case and keeping a keen eye on his stuff managing to catch the eye of the vendor not far from him and grab a few taquitoes for lunch. The big things were conserving how much water he drank and relying on his fellow buskers to 'save' his spot when he did have to make a mad dash to the bathrooms. He'd been out here a few times, enough times to make some friends, have a 'crew'. Street artists liked to stick together. Not that he told them anything about him or his life, last thing he needed was to be painted as the 'rich kid'.
He settled on the little chair he had, one of those little folding ones that really only was a seat and nothing else, it could fit in his backpack when folded up completely and now he sat on it, guitar in his lap as he casually ran his fingers over the strings and played out some little spanish tune for a fellow busker who danced nearby, a little smirk on his lips as he watched her flashing skirt and bangles around her wrists and ankle, he kept up the quick little tune while people paused to watch and throw a few coins.
He wasn't out here just for himself, these people had become friends, they were fellow artists... even the strange ones and Kenny liked working with them randomly, sometime they even inspired new songs. Working the street like this meant he played more generic things, after all you gotta play for your audience sometimes... and most of his music needed a whole band... He was going to have to face the fact that he was going to need a band again... he couldn't ask HWY 21 so the only thing to do was look at forming a new one. Kenny wasn't sure he was ready for that.
Plus he had another month to go before school started, for now he was going to enjoy his free time to do a few things he liked... especially since after discovering just how far school was from Brys he was going to have to start looking for a place to live come Monday.