I had just stepped onto the uptown F train, blowing the tune to Mr. Tambourine Man softly on the harmonica. I heard him faintly, still strumming, and looked up to see him looking back at me. Hard.
I paused for a moment.
Then I smiled and said OK! with anticipation in my voice. He looked back defeated and shrugged. I guess the silence of the train wasn't worth that much to him. I picked up wherever I had left off.
Despite this incident, I had a great day busking overall.. it makes me thankful for the people whose enthusiasm, encouragement, thanks, and kind words give me the strength and patience to endure the heckling of other hard-hearted people.
Keeping the love and music alive!