Ignorant aristocrat

Seconds spent in a long awkward silence followed… I felt my ear get hotter as shame and confusion reigned over me.

"Khm… I… uhm…."

I cleared my throat as I broke my head about how I could improvise when the silence was broken by Greg's voice.

"Sister, let me say today's prayer. The young lady is not used to our little family yet… "

"Oh, ah… of course, thank you Greg."

It probably fell to everyone that I sat as a mute, because of stage fright. Regardless, as Greg began his prayer a huge sigh left my lips.

After dinner, the kids flocked to the yard to light a campfire.

"How special is the young lady ... what aristocrat doesn't know the blessing of the table… or maybe she would be so ignorant?"

Greg whispered mockingly in my ear.

"It's not that I don't know… uhm… I forgot."

"Forgot?"

He looked at me incomprehensibly, I had to defend myself with something, afterall In this world, in the people's life Christianity plays a big role, there is probably no living person who does not know this prayer, I mean… except me.

"Um… I had an accident not long ago, and that resulted that I have lost most of my memories… and it seems the text of prayer too…"

The boy's eyebrows rose strangely, but he said nothing. Smiling, he went after the kids, and the nun caught up with me.

"Greg comes out to us once a week, playing guitar for the kids and teaching them songs."

"How kind of him."

I put my hair behind my ears. Actually, it's not that surprising from a court musician, but it's still generous of him. At first I thought he was some street kid, but maybe he's just a good person. So it feels worse to know who I'm going to use him in the future.

I bit my lip as I tried to chase away negative thoughts. We sat around the crunchy campfire and Greg took his guitar out of the store.

He started playing a tune… a familiar tune, and his audience listened silently.

'Ah, this music… is the Tears of an angel…. since it's a modern pop song, how does he knows it? '

Although I didn't had a voice, of course I loved listening to music… I knew the lyrics and sheet of millions of songs from memories, I was sure I was right… so when he got in the refrain part, i started to sing the lyrics.

Every eyes got fixed on me, I saw Greg was surprised too, but he didn't stop playing.

As I sang, something struck me.

'My God… what is this angelic voice? Beautiful… wait, this is me, Ashley's voice… I have to try what she is capable of! '

"Don't let gooo…"

'Even her lungs can stand it!'

Then I became enlightened… Ashley is a born singer! She didn't have the knoweldge to live up to this blessed ability, but I do! As a street singer, I will get rich as hell!

After the song, Greg walked over to me.

"I didn't know there was text for Crabintski's Heaven's tears, but it was beautiful.

„Crabintski…? Oh… "

'So this is a classic work in this world, with a completely different author and title, this is so much better! All I have to do, is choose a few from my favourite songs, and sing them...they will count as originals anyway!'

I could almost feel the gold coins in my grip.

"Yeah, there are songs I've written lyrics for - it's one of my favorite way of spending time."

"I think you are very talented… you should definietly perform them."

It was clear that Greg's and my mind working the same way… and he was seeing the money in it too.

"As a matter of fact, I just wanted to make you an offer."

I looked into the boy's eyes presumably and tried to hide my greedy plans behind a kind smile.