One day, I was waiting for a bus at the stop, carrying the guitar that had been with me throughout my four years of college. I stood there like a popsicle, surrounded by other people waiting for the bus. They always looked at me like I was some kind of freak, but I ignored them. Then again, it was no wonder. Most women in their twenties had office jobs or found a rich husband to support them. There really weren't many girls like me, setting out to conquer the world with a guitar on my back.
My name is Xia Ying, and I love to sing. I've always loved it. I was born to sing. I remember my mother telling me that I started singing along to the Yanwu tape player at home when I was three. But my memories are hazy. I can recall bits and pieces of my childhood, but I can't remember what songs I sang back then. Maybe they were Teresa Teng's songs, or Sylvia Chang's, or even Jacky Cheung's, haha. Anyway, it's like a book I've already finished: I never want to turn back and read it again. Now I sing my own songs and walk my own path. It's hard, but it makes me happy.
I arrived at Times Square, where a promotion was being held that day. I was there as a part-time singer.
