Thoughts...

[ravenblackhair]

It's funny how most people will ignore someone sitting playing music as they go about their daily hustle and bustle, like we buskers are some sort of figment of their imagination. It can be disheartening, but then someone will come along and drop a few coins or dollars into your hat and flash you an encouraging smile, and you find your faith in

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[bronacha]

Encouraging smiles are worth more than money. Well, I mean, not more than money but they're worth quite a bit? You just can't use them to get food and stuff.

[ravenblackhair]

They're worth more in a personal sense. They show someone noticed, and possibly cared. Money is simply a means to an end.

[bronacha]

Where do you play? I hope you don't get cold staying in one place. Are you in New York?

[ravenblackhair]

Grand Central Station. It tends to be warm there. Yes.

[bronacha]

Maybe I will come and see you sometime. I may give you an encouraging smile.

[ravenblackhair]

I would hope that if you do I recognize you by the smile.

[bronacha]

Then you had better play music that will make me smile, Mister-?

[ravenblackhair]

Niall. Or Mister Apps if you want to be formal about it.

[bronacha]

Niall or Mister Apps, it's nice to meet you. I wish you every sort of good luck. My name is Deirdre Ní Bhraonáin.

[ravenblackhair]

Deirdre...? I appreciate the wish, and for you, Deirdre, I wish that when you find your Naoise you know him on sight.

1/2

[bronacha]

2/2

[bronacha]

I will know him.

You know my story?

[ravenblackhair]

And he will know you.

It was a favorite of my ma's back in the old country.

[bronacha]

The old country? Oh, but my Ireland is as new as any country, even if I have done the old-fashioned thing and fled to America to seek my fortune here. At least, I think that's why I fled.

[ravenblackhair]

Older than this one, you know. I too came to America seeking fortune. And a girl, but that's beside the point.