Live In The Street Monologue

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I live in the most expensive apartment in NYC. Everybody wants to live where I live. I have the nicest space with the best view of the Empire State Building. I’m a millionaire. It’s midnight. I’m hunched over my desk trying to come up with a book concept that’s due at 08:00 tomorrow. I step outside onto my balcony and hear jazz music. Jazz isn’t particularly my type of music, but whoever is playing it is very talented, and as a musician I could recognize that. I decide to take my personal elevator down to the ground floor to see who’s playing. Who’s in the streets performing at this hour anyway? This didn’t even phase me as much as it would usually. I’m more focused on locking my door with my new key. I just got it remade- now it’s made entirely …show more content…

As I’m walking, I notice the groups of people in passing are becoming more and more dense. The music is getting louder as I approach. Around where I live, I’m pretty well known. I’m a famous realistic fiction author, but more famously “The Guy Who Lives in That Apartment”. Me and people from my neighborhood have a mutual respect. We say hello, help each other out if needed. It’s very nice, almost as if I live in the suburbs again where all of my neighbors are friends. I just walked past Mrs Beverly and her chihuahua, Stella. We say our usual “hello’s” and go about our ways. I wonder why she’s walking her dog so late. A little down the block I notice a large crowd. Everybody is dancing to the music. Man, it’s a Monday night. These people have better things to do! What’s so special about this band? I look into the crowd. I’m seeing people around my age and younger. But I also see some older people. Overall, everyone in the group is enjoying the music. As I’m scanning the crowd – who's looking at the musicians I notice 2 people looking at me. 1 had a ski mask on, and the other was just a blonde girl who glared at me like I’d killed her mother. Have I done something wrong? No, of course I haven’t. All I’m doing is watching this band play. Nothing's even inspiring me. Why am I still

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