"Ugh! Why can't Laura go and buy her own groceries?" thought Arnaldo as he walked through the crowded streets of the city and glancing down at the list in his hand. He passed by the beggars and failing business, focused solely on the small piece of paper in his hand. The hustle and bustle of the city meshed together into a consistent white noise in his ears but, one sound seemed to catch his attention.

The sound of an acoustic guitar, strumming away somewhere in the ...