Later that night, we're sitting on the floor of our room. Me and Noah were doing our best to count the money we got from our little performance. "I'm gonna give you half of all this, you were the star of my show!" Noah says, breaking the silence. I blush. "Noah... it wasn't that good! It's your show!" I say in protest. Noah smiles and finishes counting our money. "Miah we made 50 dollars! I'm DEFINITELY giving you half of this!" Noah says excitedly. I sigh and accept the money, a smile creeping onto my face. Me and Noah shake hands and put our money away. I have a small jar that says "Miahs Money" in cursive that I'm using to keep my money in. I want to get a job soon, so I won't have to live here my whole life. "Hey, Noah? Have you seen any places that might be hiring?" I ask him. "No, but there's a really great restaurant around here! It's called Notte Stellata and they have really good pay! I'm sure they would hire you! I went there once for my Mom and Dad's anniversary." Now, this also gives me hope. But I'm worn out from today so I yawn and tell Noah goodnight. I crawl into my bunk and fall asleep immediately. I dream for a little while, about guitars and cheering crowds, until I'm startled by a sound.