Rated: E · Short Story · Other · #2292365
Story about Amy Winehouse
|It was a warm summer evening in London, and the sun was setting over the city. Sarah had just finished her shift at the local pub and was walking home when she heard a beautiful voice singing from down the street. She followed the sound until she found a small crowd gathered around a young woman with wild, curly hair and a voice that could make the angels weep.|
As Sarah listened to the woman sing, she felt a sense of familiarity wash over her. It was as if she had heard this voice before, but she couldn't quite place it. The woman finished her song to raucous applause, and Sarah made her way through the crowd to get a better look.
"Excuse me," Sarah said to the woman. "I couldn't help but overhear your singing. You're quite talented."
The woman smiled at her. "Thank you, love. My name's Amy. Amy Jade Winehouse."
Sarah's eyes widened in recognition. "Amy Winehouse? The Amy Winehouse?"
Amy chuckled. "Yes, that's me. Though I like to think of myself as just a girl from North London who loves to sing."
Sarah couldn't believe her luck. She had always been a huge fan of Amy's music and had even seen her perform once before, before the fame had truly taken hold. She chatted with Amy for a few more minutes, marveling at how down-to-earth and friendly the singer was.
As Sarah walked away, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance encounter. It wasn't every day that you got to meet your musical idol on the streets of London.