Luke loved singing as much as he loved his pet caterpillars. Every morning, he would pick up his ukulele, wear a big smile, and sing until he could sing no more. During breaks, he would eat whatever his fortune would allow—a slice of a pizza or a sandwich and spend time with his caterpillars—the only family he had. As soon as he would get his voice back, he would start singing again, as if he was performing live in Wembley for thousands of people.
Funny thing is, his audience was the entire population of the city. Perhaps, it was one of the perks of being homeless and a music lover. Luke never had any complaints against life. He had found his purpose in the anthology of The Beatles and in the chorus of Over the Rainbow. And Luke was good—often people would stop in their tracks to listen to him, even drop a quarter or two in the gig bag. As seasons passed, and smartphones became a way of life, the crowd around him grew—he even got his street name ‘the homeless Lennon’. People would stop by, enthralled by his performance and passion for music.