WHEN DREAMS COME TRUE....

In her tattered clothes and with her feet covered in dust,she leaned to get a better view with her nose pressed against the window.She had never seen a radio or TV.Perhaps if she had,she would have realized that the lady she comes to watch every evening as she sings to entertain her customers in that tiny bar was not a much of a star as she thought her to be.
Emily was fascinated by the songs the lady at the bar sang.In her mind,she had tagged her as 'the pretty lady with angelic voice'. She had never thought of trying singing herself. She thought of it as something only pretty people who looked like angels could do. Did it even matter? Who would want to listen to the songs of a dirty little alley girl?

                                         To be continued...........