a million dreams [henry/adolesca]
Jun 28, 2021 18:40:54 GMT -5
Post by kap on Jun 28, 2021 18:40:54 GMT -5
henry wren
- A million dreams are keeping me awake -
Music has always been a passion of mine. I suppose that's why I indulge in it so much. The strumming of my guitar is a peaceful sound to me, and singing relaxes me. With my music, I strive to succeed. My biggest wish is to become noticed, and I've always figured that the best way to do that is to use your talents. Music is my talent, so I assumed that that was the most ideal approach to it all.
Oliver gained his fame in the Games. He didn't even have to win to gain that fame, either, which I think is just unfair. I love my brother, and I'm glad they allowed him to come back alive, but I don't think it's fair that now everyone knows his name when I'm just some stranger in the background of his life and in all of District Eight.
The only time people ever recognize me is when they think that I'm Oliver. I look so much like him that I'm not exactly surprised, but honestly, it does frustrate me quite a bit. I should be known for who I am, rather than who my brother is. I have to explain to people that I'm not him, but his brother, and then they just brush me off, not wanting anything to do with me beyond that point. It's like I've bothered them somehow just because my existence confused them and I didn't turn out to be who they wanted me to be.
I'm tired of just trying to be who others want me to be.
That's why I strive to be unique. Today, I took my guitar to the market area of District Eight. There were vendors with their booths set up, selling anything from food and drinks to trinkets and knickknacks. I set up near the center of it all, and opened up my guitar case. I took my instrument out and began to play.
It seemed to me, though, that barely anyone was paying me any mind, or any money for that matter. A couple of people dropped some change in my open guitar case for me, and one man put a dollar or two in there, but other than that, it overall wasn't very successful so far.
I wouldn't let myself become discouraged, though, so I just kept playing.
Oliver gained his fame in the Games. He didn't even have to win to gain that fame, either, which I think is just unfair. I love my brother, and I'm glad they allowed him to come back alive, but I don't think it's fair that now everyone knows his name when I'm just some stranger in the background of his life and in all of District Eight.
The only time people ever recognize me is when they think that I'm Oliver. I look so much like him that I'm not exactly surprised, but honestly, it does frustrate me quite a bit. I should be known for who I am, rather than who my brother is. I have to explain to people that I'm not him, but his brother, and then they just brush me off, not wanting anything to do with me beyond that point. It's like I've bothered them somehow just because my existence confused them and I didn't turn out to be who they wanted me to be.
I'm tired of just trying to be who others want me to be.
That's why I strive to be unique. Today, I took my guitar to the market area of District Eight. There were vendors with their booths set up, selling anything from food and drinks to trinkets and knickknacks. I set up near the center of it all, and opened up my guitar case. I took my instrument out and began to play.
It seemed to me, though, that barely anyone was paying me any mind, or any money for that matter. A couple of people dropped some change in my open guitar case for me, and one man put a dollar or two in there, but other than that, it overall wasn't very successful so far.
I wouldn't let myself become discouraged, though, so I just kept playing.
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