Little sunshine never hurt

[JOSH BROWN]

It was a beautiful day, the sun was hardly glimpsing its bright rays.The moon had just passed over the mountains. It was about Five thirty in the morning, and Josh began his new schedule. This was going to be a huge change, He was really far form his old home back in Atlanta, Georgia. His old friends thinking he was nothing but a fake, now that he won the lottery he was too good for them. But that wasn't the case. Sighing heavily, Josh stood from his bed. The black tank top molded perfectly agaisnt his toned upper body. Running his hands down his face he stood up. Well, it was about time for a good run. Stepping out of the room, he threw on some shorts, old Jordans, and a black tee shirt. Stepping from his front step he jogged in place for about thirty seconds before he took off. He had to stay in shape right? And, after about thirty minutes of running, Josh stepped back inside, stretching his neck he ran up the steps to take his morning shower.

His morning routines continued for the next hour. Leaving it at seven A.M.. Time to get dressed. Tossing the towel off, he threw on a new pair of black boxer briefs, over his torso he put on a new black beater. It was a great feeling being able to buy brand new stuff just because one could. Going into his closet he pulled out a new pair of blue jeans, on the back were green fish swimming up the left leg. These were the hottest jeans back in Atlanta. Sitting on the black chair that sat in front of the computer, he pulled a fresh pair of white up's. Otherwise known to anyone who wasn't caught up with the slang as uptowns. Made by Nike. He laughed softly shaking his head after tying the shoes. Walking out of the room he put on a new white teeshirt and a green jacket, what looked like a circus sewn onto it. An elephant towards the left, and a tiger on the right. Grabbing the keys from the the table in the doorway, he kissed his fingers, lifting it towards Biggy smalls, Tupac, and one twelve. The greats of their time. "Now...where was this Park again?"

A few soft words escape the young mans lips. Clean cut go tee, dark skin. Braided hair he stepped into his Porche. The silver paint job was blended well with the black seating. Only about seven thirty, he had a good bit of time to burn looking for this park. Robbins park. He had wondered what these people wore. Suits? Oh well, he always did look good in a suit. Though, for the time being they'd just have to deal with his clean cut, baggy jeaned, brand new white tee shirted ass. Laughing, he looked at the directions after putting on one of his favorite slow, smooth, R 'n' B songs, made by Jagged edge entitled Good luck charm.

Soon enough, Josh reached the park, and with about fifteen minutes left before eight. Why not look for some people that may a thing or to of his culture, even though they were all...White. "All hell, this is gonna be fun." Sighing, and shaking his head he headed into the park gates. Looking around, lost almost it seemed like.

[ROSALINA MANSON]

Today, well, today had not been a good day. And it was still early. Rosalina had awoken to singing birds and streaming sunlight - surely this was good? Oh, but after spending a few minutes in the shower, a good half an hour or so blow drying her hair and then styling it as well as fifteen minutes choosing her clothes, Rosalina headed downstairs and found that it wouldn't be as good a day as she had first thought. Her brother was passed out on the couch, snoring loudly, a bottle of beer still clutched in his hands and her mom had already gone off to work. The stench of smoke and drugs was disgusting and Rosalina had to clap a hand to her mouth to make her way into the hall to get her shoes.

Dressed in a black t-shirt and bright pink skinny jeans, her converse on her feet, she headed outside quietly and pushed up the garage door. Her guitar sat inside, propped up against the wall in its hard case, and she grabbed it before slamming the heavy metal door shut. Checking her pocket, she found she had some spare change and decided to go down to Starbucks for some coffee, not wanting to raid the fridge and find last weeks mouldy casserole or whatever was in there. Ick.

Stopping by Starbucks, Rosalina stepped up to the counter and ordered a simple coffee to go. Holding that in one hand and the coffee in the other, she drank as she walked, heading towards the park. As she reached the gates of the local park, she threw the now empty cup into a trashcan before walking inside and up the path, settling herself down underneath a tree. Pulling her guitar from its case, Rosalina strummed softly as she sang, writing a new song inside the song journal she kept hidden inside the case. Her blue eyes looked around, watching the people that walked past, until they settled on a guy. He looked fairly... lost... to say the least.

[JOSH BROWN]

Josh placed his hands in his pockets, the white and green jacket thin, but still warm. His eyes were averted, many, many girls around the park. If there was one thing that was true about any place, there were certainly girls that, well, were just beautiful. Thin, shaped with a coke bottle as some say. His eyes met with one girls in particular. She seemed to have a bit more character than some of the others. She did have a guitar, and that alone meant she had a taste for music. Something that they had in common. Taking his hands from his pockets, he wiped his mouth of anything that would make him look unattractive. Heh, like that could ever happen. He laugehd softly at his own joke. Josh wasn't conceited, of course, he was good looking. Though, he'd never jump out and say that he was the greatest looking thing in the world. Being raised like a gentlemen was his mothers wish, and despite not spending as much time as they used to together, he still sticks to his morals.

Putting his hands back in his jacket's pockets, his slowly made his pace towards the girl. Well, he was a rarity in this city, he knew that much. Just like his mother. They were African American. Black, dark, or anything else that you could think of. Some words less welcome than others. The young man spoke softly, he kept it simple, but to the point. "Mind if I sit with you?" Outgoing and mischievous, Josh stuck to his guns and played it smooth. Taking his seat beside her, propping his legs up, making sure he didn't sit on his jacket or his Tee shirt, he smiled and looked at the guitar once more. "So you sing too?" It was pretty obvious that she played, that wouldn't have been the question at hand. No, the question would be if she played well, and frankly, that seemed a bit rude for a first meeting. Looking forward, he watched as some of the people stared at him walking by. Arching a brow in question, was this really that odd?

"I sing myself, I was told pretty well, but I don't know." Trying to keep a conversation going, he pushed his jeans down so that they weren't scrunched up on his knee, he let his head lean back against the trunk of the tree. His soft, light brown eyes staring forward before looking back over to the girl with the guitar. Sticking his hand out. "Josh, Pleasure..." He smiled once again, the sun finally breaking completely over the mountain.

[ROSALINA MANSON]

Her lips turned upwards into a smile as the guy started to walk over, glad that she was approachable. In this town, she was always scared that people would see her as a freak or something, especially as her background was a whole lot different to all of the high class, rich families that lived here. When he asked if he could sit, she of course said yes. Why not? Right? Her hands gracefully strummed a few chords as he sat and she turned her head to look at him, smiling. He wasn't the type of person that was usually around here, he was different, but in a good way. His whole attitude seemed to be more welcoming and he didn't seem like some stuck up ass who was usually found around here. Finally! Someone (other than her boyfriend) who was more like her!

Hearing his second question, this time about whether she sang or not, her smile grew, and Rosalina nodded. "Yeah... yeah, since I was like two." Laughing, she brushed her pink and blonde fringe out her her eyes and fingered the guitar again. "What about you?" Maybe he sang too? That would be pretty awesome. His next sentence made her smile again and she chuckled. So he did sing. Wow. He was definitely different to the people around here. It was good. Very good.

When he leaned back against the tree, she lifted her guitar from her lap and placed it carefully back into the case before closing her song book and slipping that in too. Then, she leaned back as well and looked back at him, taking the hand that he held out and shaking it with hers, her nails now obvious - short and painted black. "Rosalina."

[JOSH BROWN]

He smiled when she indeed did sing. It was a relief. Someone he could talk to about normal stuff. Real stuff too at that. Not someone that was caught up in what they were going to buy the next week for a party that probably wasn't going to be any fun anyway. Drugs and alcohol. Now, he wasn't going to lie, he did his share of drugs, and he regrets every moment of it. It didn't do anything but stress his mother out. Now, drinking. That was just fun. Though, he wasn't a heavy drinker. He also didn't do it every day that he could, because in truth he could. But oh well, that was going off topic. The topic was that they both liked music, they both sang, and that was good right? Tapping his shoes to a soft beat that one of his original songs had, he began to word his songs out. "Yeah, I've been singing for what seems ever. It was something I could do when I needed money."

It was true, before his mother wont he lottery and moved, he sand at bars, hotels, party's, and anywhere else that wanted to hear him. He bobbed his head to the beat and started to laugh. He was so into music it wasn't even funny. It was a world outside of this one. It was a way to keep everyone from fighting, and more people loving each other. Especially his Genre of music that he sang. Rhythm 'n' Blues. Soul, smooth, slow songs. Love, breaking hearts, break ups...Life. That was R&B. Though, inspiration came from all around. It came from family, friends, enemies, teachers, and those that were his heroes. "So, what made you wanna sing, or continue to sing?"

He asked. He personally sang before for his family. Help out, make it that much easier on them all. He did a few things in the past that weren't too good, and that was what he did to repent for his sins. Sighing with a smile over his lips, he didn't have much else to say. The song still in his head. The words were coming naturally. We've known each other, for sometime... Slowly fading as he waited for her response.