While strolling in Boston after lunch, we heard some vaguely familiar music, it was attracting us.
Then we saw this teenager, intensely playing his instrument. Not once did he asked for money, just played all those soft pieces. He seemed shy and reserved.
We listened a few pieces and put $3 in the can. His music was cutting the traffic noise on Tremont, it's like we were suddenly in another part of town.
He was on the corner of Winter and Tremont. Across is Boston Common, which is like New York's Central Park but much smaller.
We wish him great life and success.