Earnings
Earnings Her wheels are crushing my cap lying on the ground. It doesn't matter , I think. There were only a few coins in it . I watch as she clutches the microphone, singing for her clan. They are clapping and looking around for support from by-standers. I start to chuckle. At the beginning I had held the microphone for her, but I quickly learned that she wanted the microphone for herself, and wasn't shy. She is triumphant as she rolls away in her wheelchair. She knows exactly where she is going, where she wants to be. I had thought to do our duet from where she was watching me, but she had quickly joined me on my makeshift stage. She was sure of herself. Had I ever been that sure? I shake my head and look down again at the cap. I hadn't made much that evening, maybe even less from the time I had taken to arrange the impromptu duet. Why am I doing this? I think. I can't lie: money is always welcome. But I had decided to do it so that I could measure myself with my aud...