Sometimes she felt like this city hated her.

Back in Reefside, she had a fanbase. It was small, and pretty much limited to her classmates and anyone who frequented Cyberspace. She missed that internet cafe, Hayley's smiling face behind the counter, the times Tori would drive from Blue Bay Harbor just to hear her play. In New York, nobody seemed to care about Kira Ford. When she was on stage, she was singing to air, strumming her guitar to the tune of billiard balls and Samuel Adams. If anyone even looked at her, she never saw them.

Tonight didn't seem any different. It was open mic at one of her frequent visits and the same old thing. ( She picked a song and everyone ignored her. )