In Awe

So I wrote a little bit of a story, inspired by Under The Overpass by Mike Yankoski
more to come later:

The small group walked up, and I continued playing, and singing, while now watching them with mild curiosity. One boy saw me and my companion playing and wandered over. "You are holy" James sang and I echoed as he approached. We finished the song on a flat note and James cursed as he retuned. "We’re not going to get any money for dinner if this damn guitar won’t stay in tune."
"Stop cursing, " I said to him. "You should know better. "
"Ah sorry Alexandria. " He replied, sounding a little like a child who knew he had done wrong. I suppose this needs a little explanation. James is my brother. When we were young our parents died leaving us with relatives. My aunt Jean and younger cousin Michelle to be exact. Now I got along okay with Michelle, she was only two at the time and I was fifteen. James was sixteen (only nine months older than me) and he got along with no one. When he was eighteen he left. When I was eighteen aunt Jean died leaving me Michelle and a small inheritance (barely enough to stay afloat for a year). I left Michelle with her grandmother and went off to find James.
After a few years of searching I finally found him on the streets of New York. No, he wasn’t a druggie, or an alcaholic, he just couldn’t find work. By this time the inheritance had run out. I had my guitar, and he had his and I had a vast knowledge of Worship songs. We started playing for our suppers and trying to find work. Work never came. Its a year later, in the middle of an economic crisis and we are still here.
The boy still hadn’t moved. We started the song "Praise and Adore" by Wavorly, letting the music fill us and take us somewhere else. I can not stand and deny You created life, and some live without it. The song ended with a ringing note. He was still there. I turned to James
"What day is it? " I asked. You lose track of the days and weeks on the street sometimes.
"Its Saturday, December 24th, 2005" The boy finally said something. His friends were standing watching us with mild interest and concern.
"Thanks kid, " James said turning to me. "Church tomorrow. "
"We shouldn’t go back to the place we were last week. "
"Yeah I know, they got pretty mad when we showed up. I wonder why…"
"I think it was just the fact that we showed up. " I said thinking aloud. "The way the lady looked at us. " I sighed. "Where do you suppose we go?"
"You can come to my church." The boy spoke again. "I’m Adam." He fell silent again.
"Thats very nice of you Adam. Where is your church?"
"At the corner of First street."
"Okay see you tomorrow morning." James said. He was mysteriously quiet throughout the exchange, and that wasn’t like him. I would have to talk to him later.
The boy – Adam – walked back to his friends, and they stood around for a moment and talked. I watched as they started walking back towards a restaraunt when suddenly Adam turned and ran back towards us.
"Hey – How much do you guys need for dinner?" He asked pulling out a wallet.
"Oh don’t both –" I started but James cut me off by putting his hand over my mouth.
"I don’t know, maybe five dollars? We found a pretty good place that sells deli sandwiches for one dollar and fifty cents each" James told Adam. I watched in amazement as this teenager – he couldn’t be more than sixteen, pull out a ten spot and put it in my guitar case. Ten dollars! We hadn’t seen that much money for months! We thanked him again and again, he just kept saying it was no problem, or his pleasure. A thought came to me, how come this kid who probably doesn’t have a job will give us ten dollars, yet men and women who make five hundred thousand dollars a year won’t even give a penny.
We watched Adam walk away, then got up and headed towards the deli, in awe.