The city streets were alive with the sounds of people hurrying from one place to another, coughing and arguing, as a young man made his way through the streets. He found his way to the Macy's building and sat down, opening up his guitar case and pulling out the instrument. The noises of the city mixed with his playing, and soon it was like some kind of beautiful show, put on by a half-blind man that couldn't have a house for himself. He seemed proud of his work, and would wait until he heard money drop into his case before snatching it up, still managing to play some semblance of a tune.

He was never really treated properly, nobody knew he was blind unless they actually got a look into his downcast eyes. They were so pale and unfocused that everyone figured he was blind, and he was, so they left him alone. It was like lacking eyesight in this city made you diseased, and if you were diseased, nobody wanted you. But he'd experienced that his whole life; his own mother had thrown him out of the house because he wouldn't ever be able to do things how she did, and now he was on the streets of New York, trying to find his niche and attempting to have enough money to be able to eat that night.

The boy was a blond, his hair shaggy and somewhat long, the longest part hitting his shoulders, and despite being plenty old enough to grow some, he was lacking any facial hair. He'd hated the feeling of it so much that he had ended up getting electrolysis to rid himself of most body hair, when he still lived with his mother. Currently, he wore a thin black hoodie, tattered and torn and not very warm, with a white, ripped up t-shirt beneath it. His jeans looked like they had weathered the end of the world; torn to shreds and barely hanging onto his hips.

The saddest part about this was that it was one of the coldest days in the year, and the snow blew with biting force at his face, but never once did he stop playing. The sun soon began to melt behind the clouds, and he was left in the dark gray day; but he was usually in black, anyway, so it didn't much matter to him.