Do All Rockstars Go To Hell?, chapter 1

I leaned against the wall at the subway. The pipe overhead dripped making a puddle around my feet. January. Worst month of the year in New York.
I held my guitar case in my hand and a booksack was slung over my back. Where the hell is the train? Oh well, might as well try and make some money. I walked over to a bench and sat down. I left my case on the ground and crossed my legs. I slowly strummed the strings and sang:

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
When the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shadow's heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Till then I walk alone

Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh

I kicked my dangling foot. One by one, quarters, nickels, and dimes fell into the case. Occasionally, A dollar bill found its way in there. I feel like a stripper.
"Nice playing,"A man who stopped to watch said,"You have a nice voice for a boy." "Thanks,"I said not looking up. He stood there a little longer watching then walked off, leaving nothing but a compliment.

I looked up at the opposite wall. A poster hung there. It was for a Green Day concert, but it was a long time ago. I went. It was pretty good. I don't really like them that much, though. I only went because my older sister asked me to go. I don't like to turn her down. She's all I've got.
You see, when I was five and my sister was nine, my parents got into a terrible car wreck. They died. We were a pretty close family until it happened. There were alot of court dates set. We had to live with my grandparents until my sister turned eighteen. Then I could live with her; her being my legal guardian.

She goes to college so we live in a dorm room. Her roomate is pretty cute, even though she's five years older than me. My sister isn't my best friend, but, we get along pretty well.

"Good job, kid,"I heard. I snapped back and looked up. A man in a long coat and hat carrying a brief case with a smile stood over me. "Thanks,"I said, and continued to sing:

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't where it goes but it's home to me
And I walk a-

My shadow's only one that walks beside me
My shadow's heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Till then I walk alone

A mother holding her toddler by the hand stopped for a second. She dug in her purse and threw a five dollar bill into the guitar case. The subway's a good place to do this. I should come here more often. I smiled. The lady walked off. I could hear her son ask her,"Mommy, do all rockstars go to hell?" I frowned. She said,"Honey! Where did you hear a horrible thing like that?" "Daddy,"he said. I grimaced. People just don't appreciate good music anymore.