A difficult decision.
Right before the intersection between Oxford St. and James St, in a gloomy, cramped alley surrounded by trash cans lived young Michael Ashburn. His life had not been easy, since his mother had died from cancer. Therefore, he spent his days in the streets playing his old violin, the only thing left from his moth-er. He was said to be a genius, with a God-given talent, despite he could only get a few pounds each day.
But that night, when Michael had finished playing at an Irish pub, a fat, pompous man approached him and said in a hoarse voice:
- Hello, son. I am the owner of accompany that is in the search for new talents. Yours is one in a million, and I want you to be part of my team.
Michael had dreamt his whole childhood
Right before the intersection between Oxford St. and James St, in a gloomy, cramped alley surrounded by trash cans lived young Michael Ashburn. His life had not been easy, since his mother had died from cancer. Therefore, he spent his days in the streets playing his old violin, the only thing left from his moth-er. He was said to be a genius, with a God-given talent, despite he could only get a few pounds each day.
But that night, when Michael had finished playing at an Irish pub, a fat, pompous man approached him and said in a hoarse voice:
- Hello, son. I am the owner of accompany that is in the search for new talents. Yours is one in a million, and I want you to be part of my team.
Michael had dreamt his whole childhood