I sneak in and have a seat in one of the brown lunge chairs on the side and begin observing. The first person that caught my attention was a young man cleaning out the garbage. I assumed he worked there considering that he was wearing a headset and a Boarders name tag. His uniform consisted of all black, shirt, pants and shoes. He hoisted the overflowing garbage bad onto a push cart and replaced it with a fresh bag. He was being talked to by a older man about some type of food. The young man replied that it was making him hungry.
The older man in about his 40’s after conversing with the garbage man, came and sat in one of the small rectangular tables against the wall. He had noticed that I was frantically writing things down and so he started to talk to me. He asked if I had gotten an inspiration for a poem or a song. I just told him I had to do something for my English class and continued to write. He went back to sitting and drinking his cup of coffee. He was comfortably dressed in a grey sweat shirt, blue jeans and white tennis shoes. He had wind blown brown hair that seemed to be slightly balding in the front. He stared at me most of the time or off into space. I’m guessing that he had finished his coffee because he got up, checked his phone put his jacket on, threw his cup away and left.
Sitting at the tall round table to my left was a teenage girl. She continuously stared at her phone so I figured that she might be texting someone. She got up and walked and leaned up against the glass wall behind me. Not long after that she was joined by another teenage girl that carried an American Eagle bag. The girls were then confronted but a group of boys. They looked like all of them had just fallen out of bed and threw some clothes on and went out. They were grungy. One boy, who seemed to be the leader, offered the two girls a set of head phones attached to an I-pod in hopes that hopes that they would listen to something of his. They accepted and held the ear phones up to their ears. As they listened the boy pulled out a piece of paper, wrote on it using the glass wall for support a. then took the head phones away from the girls and left them. The girls then wondered over to a near by bench and sat down.
As I was writing That same boy walked up to me. This is how our conversation went.
Boy: Hey, do you like music?
Me: Yes, I do.
Boy: Great. I was wondering if you would like to have a listen to my band, Bridgford. We’re from around Chicago and we are hear to play a show. Do you know about the modern exchange?
Me: Yeah I know a band that plays there all the time. Have you herd of Our False Heroes.
Boy: Yeah, totally. I think we played a show with them there. You should come to the show tonight.
Me: Sorry I have to work
This was all going on while I was “listening” to his band.
Boy: Aw bummer, So what’d ya’ think.
Me: Its not bad. I like it.
Boy: Would you like to buy one of our cd’s?
Me sorry I don’t have any money.
Boy: Well, no that’s alright. Hey Check us out on myspace.
I handed him my note book and he wrote down his bandspace url and his name, Paul.
Paul: Def. add us alright. It was nice meeting you
I shook his hand and he left.