
Many people slowed down or stopped entirely to listen to Morgana sing, but she saw none of that. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were on her chest, feeling the vibrations her voice created as she sang out. Morgana enjoyed this with her whole being, singing like this was a feeling that felt painfully familiar, it always did. The first time Morgana sang was centuries ago, and that was simplistic tribal songs of the young planet she had resided by. But now she sang words, the lyrics had meanings, and yet all Morgana could hear was melody and sound.
A decent amount of money had filled the big handbag Morgana had found abandoned on an alley way. After cleaning it up Morgana had seen it would fit this purpose perfectly. And after she finished singing Ed Sheeran's Perfect Morgana opened her eyes was was greeted with an applause from the small audience she had gathered. She blinked in slight surprise, smiled and curtsied, saying words of gratitude to everyone before they dispersed.
Morgana went and checked on the bag. There was almost 200$ in there, and Morgana nodded approvingly. With this she could buy shoes. Morgana didn't feel cold and it didn't affect her, but it would be nice to walk where bare feet weren't appropriate.
@Nameless