I just remember this freeeeeeeky story...
My wife and I were walking down the mall with my camera rig when I spotted this punker girl playing guitar and singing.
Dressed head to toe in black with a powdered face and black lipstick, she was playing a cheapo Yamaha guitar.
I strolled up and about 10 feet away, realized I didn't have my wallet with me. Instead of the usual 'photo op' appreciation of $1 or $2, all I found myself with was some pocket change. My wife had continued down the mall.
Anyway, I threw the change in her case which I thought would be appreciated. Instead, the girl freeked. She stopped her song and decided to make an example of 'evil' me for evidently throwing in change.
She had a small crowd around her listening to her songs...but now, the songs had suddenly stopped and she was about to take the podium with her speech.
She had decided long ago evidently that she was an undiscovered superstar dealt a bad hand and that, somehow, I was to blame for all her troubles.
Although at first I was a little surprised, I soon realized what had happened and that she had flipped her haystack.
"I'm going to be a fuckin star someday!" she yelled
"Take your fuckin change and get outta here!"
"I don't need the likes of you with your fancy camera!"
"Throwing me change...change!"
"One day, I'll buy this whole fuckin' place!"
"Get the fuck outta here!"...etc...
By now, this was too good to be true and I was lmao inside yet trying to look concerned. Everybody was just kinda freeking at her freeking on me.
I had just retired from busking for 20 years and, somehow, she thought she was going to rattle me. My nerves were shot after year 1 so I just stood there and watched her rant.
Anyway, she went on and on about how she was gonna come back someday famous....blah blah blah...and threw my change back at me.
I'm still lmao inside and just stood there absorbing everything she could throw at me...never saying a word. By now, people were freeking big time. They couldn't imagine anyone actually refusing money while busking. One by one, they kinda slid away from the loud confrontation.
After about 3 minutes of her freeking, I decided I was gonna shoot her anyway (with my camera of course) since this was a public place so I started setting up.
Freeky Frieda had just begun to freek. As I looked through the viewfinder, all I saw was people leaving and her hand coming up to cover my lens.
I just left the camera on figuring she'd have to stand there for an hour if she wanted to stop my shoot. She went back to her spot and I got my shots.
By the time this was all over, everyone had left...even her friends. The beauty of it all was...I never said a single word.
I truely enjoyed this wonderful show and will get her autograph once she becomes famous...on the 12th of never.
My wife and I were walking down the mall with my camera rig when I spotted this punker girl playing guitar and singing.
Dressed head to toe in black with a powdered face and black lipstick, she was playing a cheapo Yamaha guitar.
I strolled up and about 10 feet away, realized I didn't have my wallet with me. Instead of the usual 'photo op' appreciation of $1 or $2, all I found myself with was some pocket change. My wife had continued down the mall.
Anyway, I threw the change in her case which I thought would be appreciated. Instead, the girl freeked. She stopped her song and decided to make an example of 'evil' me for evidently throwing in change.
She had a small crowd around her listening to her songs...but now, the songs had suddenly stopped and she was about to take the podium with her speech.
She had decided long ago evidently that she was an undiscovered superstar dealt a bad hand and that, somehow, I was to blame for all her troubles.
Although at first I was a little surprised, I soon realized what had happened and that she had flipped her haystack.
"I'm going to be a fuckin star someday!" she yelled
"Take your fuckin change and get outta here!"
"I don't need the likes of you with your fancy camera!"
"Throwing me change...change!"
"One day, I'll buy this whole fuckin' place!"
"Get the fuck outta here!"...etc...
By now, this was too good to be true and I was lmao inside yet trying to look concerned. Everybody was just kinda freeking at her freeking on me.
I had just retired from busking for 20 years and, somehow, she thought she was going to rattle me. My nerves were shot after year 1 so I just stood there and watched her rant.
Anyway, she went on and on about how she was gonna come back someday famous....blah blah blah...and threw my change back at me.
I'm still lmao inside and just stood there absorbing everything she could throw at me...never saying a word. By now, people were freeking big time. They couldn't imagine anyone actually refusing money while busking. One by one, they kinda slid away from the loud confrontation.
After about 3 minutes of her freeking, I decided I was gonna shoot her anyway (with my camera of course) since this was a public place so I started setting up.
Freeky Frieda had just begun to freek. As I looked through the viewfinder, all I saw was people leaving and her hand coming up to cover my lens.
I just left the camera on figuring she'd have to stand there for an hour if she wanted to stop my shoot. She went back to her spot and I got my shots.
By the time this was all over, everyone had left...even her friends. The beauty of it all was...I never said a single word.
I truely enjoyed this wonderful show and will get her autograph once she becomes famous...on the 12th of never.

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