“So what’d you do?” Topaz asked again, sitting on the vanity chair with piqued interest.
Elijah snorted, “I started sneaking off and doing small gigs. I would tell Caden I had some research at the library, or that a friend of mine and I were going to study together, and instead I would go sing at open mike night at a club, or I’d hide my guitar in my car and go sing on the streets. It didn’t pay much and I can tell you I didn’t always get to eat, or I’d have to sleep in my car at a Walmart…”
“Walmart? What’s that?” Topaz asked.
“It’s a place that sells stuff like clothes, food, just crap most humans need to survive and some s**t they never should have even thought to buy.” Elijah said, with a laugh, then said, “The thing I’m trying to say is, when I was in those cells down there I ha
