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Inspiration on Elephant Street

By:Sarah Seah

‘For My sister,Sharon’

It all started on a lonely, cold and quiet night; along a street know as Elephant street. Soft jazz music was playing in a simple, sophisticated bar where working people usually go to meet their friends after a hard days work. Soft Chatter could be heard from the outside of the bar. The bar was known as ‘Velvet Night’.

A lone teenager busker was sitting outside the bar on the damp pavement; watching a few cars pass by. As he shifted his legs, a cold and damp nose sniffed his leg and a head popped onto his jean clad lap. Enquiring, soft brown eyes and smooth velvet floppy ears emerged, staring straight into the busker’s cool blue eyes and then the busker placed his hand into his brown rucksack took out a small piece of bread and fed it to his ever faithful companion.

Ran away from his home a few months ago and dropped out of public school; the teen only had passion for music and little experience in playing his classical guitar .But so far , he managed to scrap enough food to eat with cash from passer-bys and his faithful Cocker Spaniel giving him constant company. He was only 18 years old, but right away; you could tell that he had exceptional talent in music. When he strummed and ‘picked’ his guitar to play simple, pop music like Bruno Mars song ‘Marry me’ or ‘Who you are’ by Jessie J, people would literally stop in their tracks and would spend a few minutes listening to the songs that he sang ;sort of in a trance.

That night however; the busker just sat there silently watching cars and shivered in his worn green hooded sweater and was thinking of ways to earn more cash or with pride in his pocket, committing suicide.

You see, he did not have the courage to go home and apologize to his family for running away from home when he felt then that no one believed in him and his music. But he was too tired of fending for himself and constantly having to face the cruel situation that he put himself in. As he was contemplating his fate and his plans with life, something small happened that would change his life forever.

The dog lifted his furry head and pricked up his ears all of a sudden and started pawing and whining at the busker. The busker, so deep in thought, did not notice until his dog tugged at his sweater gently and steered him towards an old man walking down the street.

The 60 year old man, who was wearing a dark blue leather coat was just taking a night stroll, after buying a few loaves of bread, through the street and did not even notice the busker until he heard a sweet melody coming from the direction of the busker. He immediately stopped walking and listened to the short sweet melody that reminded him of his 12 year old daughter who had recently passed away due to a tragic car accident and got hit by a car.

When the busker saw the old man with hair as white as the deep winter snow, he did not know what compelled him to play a short melody that his mother sang to him when he was a toddler .Maybe it was the sad and despaired look his face or the helplessness in the dark brown eyes of the old man. Whichever it was, it made the busker feel empathy for the old man and he decided to play the melody that always made him think of home and his family when he was sad.

By the end of the song, the old man’s eyes were filled with tears that dropped like dewdrops on to the cold, hard pavement. He looked down at a ruggedly dressed teenager holding a guitar and saw him smile at him shyly. With his hands shaking, he fumbled with his wallet and took out a 5 dollar bill and placed it like it was a relic, in the guitar case lying near the busker and asked the busker “Excuse me young man, but where did you learn that melody?”, “It was beautiful”.

The busker just smiled at him and nodded in agreement, then said “I learned it since I was 8 years old and have been playing this melody since then whenever I feel lonely or upset”. There were no words to describe how both of them felt about the beautiful melody so both of them just enjoyed the afterglow of listening to something was indescribably moving.

The old man was a painter and was also coincidentally on that night looking for inspiration to start on his paintings and earn some money. When he heard that melody he just knew what to do .Since he lived just a block away from Elephant street, he sincerely asked the busker an unusual request. He quickly brisked walked to his apartment and took his drawing canvas, paintbrushes and paint then rushed back to the slightly shocked busker and asked him to play the melody again while he tried to paint a picture of how he felt.

As the busker started playing the melody, the old man started drawing strokes on his canvas in fluid motion. As different shades of colours from different spectrums started blending together and formed a world of colours, passer-bys stopped and curiously looked at the two artists showcasing their talent in unison.

When the melody was finished and the painting was almost done, people just curiously took a peek at the painting and awed and gaped in wonder at the old man’s masterpiece. Right there on the canvas; on his easel, was a painting of his daughter in his definition of heaven and looking like she was in peace and smiling sweetly. Trees were surrounding her with eternal sunlight in the horizon as the background and white doves were flying in circles around her.

When the busker looked too, he almost fell out of his imaginary chair and gazed at the old man. He was crying again, but this time he was smiling and crying happy tears, looking almost at peace. The busker’s dog proceeded to lick the tears off his face with his warm small tongue and both of them started laughing heartily, petting the dog.

The old man felt he needed to thank the busker for helping find peace and helping him in his painting, so after receiving compliments from passer-bys, both of them and the dog went to the old man’s apartment where he shared with the busker a simple but adequate meal for two man, one a 60 year old man, and the other a 18 year old boy. As for the dog, he got his fair share of food and meat. That night, two strangers connected as artists and became good friends.

When the old man, Rodger Smith sold his paintings after finding his inspiration from that night, they became popular in demand and his one painting in that collection portraying his daughter in heaven was the most the most popular .However, he did not sell that one and hung it in his apartment above his fireplace to remember that she was in good hands and a happy place. The busker, Tom Green, with his dog, Perry, finally got the courage to find his way home and had a very tearful reunion with his family, but they welcomed him home and forgave him in a heartbeat. He also managed to convince his family to let him enrol in a special arts school in the city nearby with help from his new friend Rodger Smith who explained that their son had exceptional talent that should be nurtured and not ignored.

Both remained friends for a long time and Rodger Smith got new inspiration every time he visited Tom Green and his family in the countryside. But it was that night, on Elephant street, that both artists would never forget.

It all started on a cold, lonely night on Elephant street, a busker sitting on a pavement with his dog contemplating life or death, and an old man taking a walk with painful memories in his heart. Outside a bar called ‘Velvet Night’. That lonely night, two lost souls found each other and found inspiration that would change their lives.

-THE END-

hey yo. guys . Long time eh, since i posted .
I just wanna post some info on the famous irish/scottish folklore,the banshee.
She is widely known to be present at the sites of near dying persons or death.

The story of the banshee began as a fairy woman keening at the death of important personages.^[8] In later stories, the appearance of the banshee could foretell death. Banshees were said to appear for particular Irish families, though which families made it onto this list varied depending on who was telling the story. Stories of banshees were also prevalent in the West Highlands of Scotland.^[8]

The banshee can appear in a variety of guises. Most often she appears as an ugly, frightening hag, but she can also appear as a stunningly beautiful woman of any age that suits her. In some tales, the figure who first appears to be a "banshee" is later revealed to be the Irish battle goddess, the Morrígan.

Although not always seen, her mourning call is heard, usually at night when someone is about to die and usually around woods. In 1437, King James I of Scotland was approached by an Irish seer who was later identified as a banshee who foretold his murder at the instigation of the Earl of Atholl. There are records of several prophets believed to be incarnate banshees attending the great houses of Ireland and the courts of local Irish kings. Banshees are usually seen by a person who is about to die in a violent way such as murder.

In some parts of Leinster, she is referred to as the bean chaointe (keening woman) whose wail can be so piercing that it shatters glass. In Kerry in the southwest of Ireland, her keen is experienced as a "low, pleasant singing"; in Tyrone in the north, as "the sound of two boards being struck together"; and on Rathlin Island as "a thin, screeching sound somewhere between the wail of a woman and the moan of an owl".

The banshee may also appear in a variety of other forms, such as that of a hooded crow, stoat, hare and weasel - animals associated in Ireland with witchcraft.

That is all. :)

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