# FreeWrite - Head Band

“Hey CoyBoy! That head band is sick!”

I have no idea how I have been busking for all the past few days here on Jalan Bukit Bintang and never got any compliments until this cute and sweet girl came up to me and said what she just said.

“Why thank you…Miss”

“Miss Peterson”

“Wow! You must be from England”

“No… I just live a few blocks from here. 100% Malaysian made bro.”

Wait… did the lady just call me bro.

WHAT IS HAPPENING!?!?!

It’s been me just busking like I was some kind of begger, playing music that nobody cared.

People pass me with their 1 cents thrown into my cowboy hat with a hat band and then I’m suddenly the 1 cent rubbish can.

But I don’t complain. How can I complain? It is still money.

The cowboy band was picked up in England while I was studying in my dorm that someone left it there.

I’ve been busking in Malaysia for over 2 weeks, knowing that I will be treated like trash.

But I still support me and really enthused to the max too. I deserve much more respect like a begger should have. But I guess we all have to start somewhere even further down the ladder than a begger.

Some people spit in my hat.

A part of me wanted to spit back. But I told myself that if I do, lighting will strik and then.

It did.

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