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Hopefully, this sounds more like a guy. Also, I think I need some help with paragraphing the dialogue as well. 
Chapter 2: Rock Bottom
The sharp bite of a needle made me wince. Everywhere was completely white, except for the stiff, beige cast that constricted my arm and shoulder. The nurse, whose blazing, crimson hair flowed like lava, quickly placed a band-aid on the pierced area, told me to take it easy for the next few weeks, and then left just as suddenly as she appeared. Figuring I was done here, I hopped off the bed, taking the thick roll of gauze with me.
Langone Medical Center was astonishing. The high tech machinery, the sterilized, crystal windows, and the urgency in everyone’s eyes was somehow breathtaking. I was never fond of hospitals, but I figured it would be nice here, considering how much tuition and lodging costs. A few people waved at me, probably recognizing me from their dorm houses. Smiling, I waved back. Though, I couldn’t tell who they were. All them were in scrubs.
Weird, it’s like they’re all different people when it comes to work.
I glanced around and watched as my colleagues transformed into serious professionals
It’s kind of like the way I change when I start to write.
I shook my head, widened my sleepy, eyes and made for the exit.
Washington Square was overflowing with people. Everyone was in a rush; even the tourists were. They’d walk with cell phones blocking their hearing, and apparently their vision as well, because they’d suddenly bump into me and then keep walking into oblivion. I sighed.
Typical New York City…
I smiled to myself while my phone reverberated madly in my pocket. The sensation tickled my spine and I answered it, careful to use my good arm.
“Hello?!” I grumbled. I was quite annoyed, my shoulder had just gotten mauled by a wave of people.
“Henry Wilson!” my best friend’s voice boomed into my ears, “Where the hell have you been, man?! I’ve been worried sick! You know better than to leave your best friend hanging! Honestly, there was talk of a search party!”
I smirked, “Hey, Flynn.”
“Hey Flynn?!” sobbing filled the background, “I pour my heart out to you and you say, ‘Hey, Flynn?!’ You’ve got a lot of explaining to do, Sir!”
“Oh stop being such a drama queen. Ugh, and quit talking like that. It‘s weird,” I raised an eyebrow and scrutinized an NYU banner ripping off from its pole, “I don’t even think you were worried. Probably out partying again, weren’t you?”
“…Well, I’m glad to hear you’re okay. Gotta go!…I have class in two minutes! See ya!”
I stared at the cell phone’s screen, shaking my head from his humility.
He certainly does not have class in two minutes.
The road to Greenwich Village was, of course, just as bustling with students as Washington Square was. Although living here for the past three years is an advantage. My eyes turned glassy, and my instincts perked up to its maximum. Human traffic is no match to legs that know the secrets of New York. I had to be sure to avoid people from even brushing my broken shoulder during the entire way to my dorm room. I had an essay due this afternoon for my literature class, there is absolutely no time to waste.
The pain in my shoulder was feeling much better now, receding after the nurse plunged the many pain-killers in my arm. I dug inside my pocket for keys, making my arm do a full 180 in order to reach my other pants pocket.
But perhaps it only worked this well because, all that time, I was thinking about this morning.
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When the reign of his music’s power came to a close, I realized that my heart had stopped beating throughout the song, and that the crushing pain in my arm had surprisingly lessened. The man seemed to be in his own magical world, a world that consisted of only him, his violin, and his violin‘s bow. Completely mesmerized, it was impossible for me to blink. Because blinking would ultimately interrupt the magic that held our worlds together, and break the only connection I had with his exclusive dimension.
When my eyes couldn‘t take the no-blinking any longer, the homeless man somehow returned back to earth and smiled widely, eyeing my expression and waiting for an approval. I didn’t give it to him. I just sat there still utterly perplexed at what had just happened. We kept to an sheer silence, unmoving and letting the last ghosts of a note seep into my skin.
His lips arched into disappointment.
“Tough crowd,” the homeless man remarked, and bit his already chapped lip, “Well, this is surely awkward now. Sorry about that.” he paced around, obviously immersed in deep thought. Then an indecisive smile crept to the corners of his lips.
“ Um,.. stay as long as you like. Guess I’ll be going now.”
He spun on his heel, started whistling a different tune, and made for the exit with all his musical glory trailing behind.
“Wait!”
The man looked back, cocking an eyebrow as if to say, “Oh it’s the boy that didn’t like my song…. What ever does he want now?” in the most sarcastic manner possible.
“I, um, I….” our eyes met, “Thank you…For everything.”
He stared at me intensely. I suppose that even he didn’t know what to think of me either. “You’re welcome. And the name is Michael. Michael Albott.”
And with that he turned around once more and left without another word.
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“Michael Albott,” I whispered as I set my coat on the couch, “the homeless violinist.” The floor was dizzy with pattern, and I was way too shaken up to even walk to my bed. My hand traveled up to my blazing forehead and I realized that those pain killers were giving me no mercy whatsoever. Though I trudged, and trudged I did. Haphazardly, I lurched over and clashed many pieces of furniture, barely giving the wall a break from me colliding in it. After what seemed like an hour, the bed finally knocked into my knees, compelling me to flop on its belly of fluffy foam and bouncy springs. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to soak in the peace and silence of my room. But there was no silence. There was only music.
A violin’s melody flittered through my room, its rhythm pounding my eardrums fiercely.
“Oh my God! Shut the hell up, you Tisch kid!” I rolled around in my bed quite irritated, “People are trying to sleep!”
The sound of footsteps strolled through the hallway.
“Hey, didn’t you have an essay due today?” Flynn grinned, mocking me as he crossed his arms and leaned on the door frame, “What are you doing trying to sleep and yell at the same time?”
I scowled, eyeing as he walked into my room, “Didn’t you have class in two minutes?”
“Haha, you know that was a lie. But who the heck were you yelling at, Henry? Yourself? And what‘s with the cast, too? Break your arm or something?”
I sat up and gritted my teeth furiously. I never liked being made fun of, no one ever does.
“What do you mean by “myself“? That freaking Tisch kid won’t shut up!”
I was bursting with rage by now. I was practically spitting out fire.
Flynn walked closer to me and put a hand to my forehead, “Well you don’t have a fever… What happened last night anyway?”
Pushing his hand away, I said, “Seriously, what are you talking about? My head is burning up. My hair should be sizzling off by now.”
Flynn looked at me like I was going mental. I guess he was, well… concerned; as much as he should be. It took me a moment until I decided it was safe to tell him what had happened just last night. I told him how I fell thirteen feet into the subway station. I told him how when I woke up, he was right there, and how when he started to play, it was like an angel’s music came down to save me.
“It was weird. Like I was in a dream. I don’t know, Flynn. What should I do? You said there was no one playing the violin earlier, but I heard it. It was loud and clear…and it never shut up.”
Flynn finally laughed after listening to me intently for the past half hour. He quickly stood up and went to view the scenery outside the window, “You know what you should do? You should go take a little visit to the orchestra majors. I think they would have more words of wisdom for you then me.”
I gaped at him. How could he even say that? The GLS house and the Tisch house have been rivals since the university rose from the ground. I jumped up and dramatically backed away from his ridiculous suggestion.
“Our pride will go down the drain. I’d rather burn myself in tar then go to them for help!” I raised a mighty fist to the air, GLS spirit radiated from my skin.
“Kay, well, looks like you have nowhere else to go. And honestly, you look like you’re rock bottom now.”
He was right, I didn’t have anywhere else to go. My best friend obviously couldn’t help, and if not him who else? All I could do was stare at him.
“Guess you’re on your own then. I finally have class,” he walked to the door, “ Just whatever you do, Henry… just be careful.”
“Yeah, okay,” I waved him off, and flopped backwards on my bed. A violin’s song resonated in my ears. This time, I welcomed it. It was pretty, and it calmed my thumping heart.
“Music is making me crazy,” I whispered to no one in particular.
“But maybe crazy is a good thing.” I said even softer.
