"You are up next" a black-haired man said. I revert back , I'll be out in a minute" . He gives me a tired face and leaves. I put my high heels on and went out. I find myself under a spotlight and soothing music starts.A minute later,I sat on a chair and started singing a made-up story by Andi Mitchell. After finishing the song ,some people give me an applause and whistle-mostly teenagers who think they are my age and totally make a move – while some just nod their heads along .After that song, I played another of my songs, but, halfway through ,the owner of the café plugged the speakers off and gestured me to get back to work.“Thank you! New Yorkers, see you next Saturday” I shouted at them while people booed at the owner of the café. The owner looks at me pointedly, so I take back the mic and say,”I am so sorry guys, but I really have to go ,otherwise I might lose my job. Unfortunately, my boss is a little grumpy right now, but I promise you ,I will make it up by singing h
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