Watching Him

After the exam, I was completely tired. After handing in those paper, I could not believe that I could sleep longer than the Sleeping Beauty! I did not eat anything though I felt hungry. All I wanted to do is have a tight sleep and a sweet dream.
The first thing I did after waking up is getting textbooks returned. I hate seeing them though some of them were great and useful. Yet, I did not want to see them anymore.

Anyway, I was out by myself and put myself in the crowd to get energy though I know that some people feel uneasy or nervous when they are alone in public and be spotted.

I enjoy the atmosphere quite a lot! Seeing people on the street, watching the expression on their faces, hearing the sound (screaming, spelling, laughing, yelling, singing), feeling the chilly wind, smelling the bakery, smoke, or the garbage sometimes.

Wandering around, I did not know which direction I was heading for. However, I was attracted by the melody. I followed the sound and found it was HE! He looks like a French, but, actually not! I did not really know what he was singing, but the melody was so attractive to me. I helped myself to get a place to listened to his music and observe the audience. People walked by him were dancing, singing, whistling, clapping, blowing kisses, donating, or stopping to listen.

The long I stayed for the music, the more questions I got for him. ‘Are you not hungry?’ ‘Do you not go to pee?’ ‘How can I request a song without donation?’ ‘Which song I want him to sing?’ ‘Is the old lady over there his agent?’ ‘Are his fingers not hurting?’ ‘Does he need any rehearsal before giving a show?’ ‘Does he own his recording studio?’ ‘How old is his guitar?’ ‘Do the tags on the guitar mean anything?’ ‘Can I have the hug as he gave to others?’ ‘Does he expect to be famous like a superstar?’ ‘Has he ever though about taking American Idol or Britain's Got Talent?’ ‘Since he can play the music, why does his body not move with the rhythm?’ ‘He is approachable, but why his eyes seem cold?’ ‘Is he an amateur or not?’ ‘Does he have a fan’s group?’ ‘Does he give performance at any bar?’ ‘Can he tell the coins by the dropping sound?’ ‘Can he tell the bill is fake or not?’ ‘How does he keep his voice?’ ‘What is inside the bags?’ ‘Why he only sings in English?’ ‘Why he is not a rocker?’ ‘How does he notice the approaching drinkers or naughty teenagers?’ ‘Why can he keeping singing without being disturbed?’ ‘Does he suffer from the backache because of long-standing or the weigh of the guitar?’ ‘Can he or not play while sitting on the chair?’ Does he mind the applause?’ ‘Can I give him food rather than money?’ ‘Is video tapping needed for him?’ ‘Except money, what could he learn after the performance?’ ‘Does he smoke? ‘If I grabbed the money, took way the microphone, or kicked the horn, what would happen to me?’ ‘Is there anything in common of all the audience?’ ‘Except money, what does he want to get from the audience?’ ‘What would he react, if I throw a toy snake to him?’ ‘What kind of pressure would he get from this job?’ ‘Why does he not invite the audience to sing with him to build up the interaction?’ ‘What would make him embarrassed?’ ‘He can share the microphone with others, how about his guitar?’ ‘Can he still sing without the guitar?’

I could not recall what I had thought more.