Moe stretched, sitting up in bed as she did. Hearing a clank, she opened her eyes, looking over the edge of the bed. A guitar lay there, having been on her lap the night before. Smirking, she threw her legs over the side, standing up and stretching again. 
“I’ve got to stop night practising.” She muttered, moving to the kitchen. Flicking on the radio, she went amid her morning routine of wondering what to have for breakfast, until deciding against having breakfast at all. Instead, she picked up the flute from the countertop, doing her best to play along with the songs playing through the waves. it wasn’t long before the news came on, the radio man explaining the newest actions of the friendly neighborhood do gooder.
“Robin hood strikes again!” Moe called triumphantly, fist pumping. “Gonna use a string instrument today, just for that. Not that anyone would know that.” 
Moe’s living room was cluttered, almost like an old lady’s, except where there would normally be cat figurines, there were instruments of all shapes and sizes. She had an entire bookcase that was filled to bursting with various percussion accessories. Leaning against the bookcase were a pair of didgeridoos, accompanied by two guitars and a violin. And that was only the corner of the room. Picking up the violin and playing a few random notes, Moe nodded, looking down at herself. She hadn’t changed out of yesterday’s clothes, but they still smelled and looked clean. With her violin in hand, the musician left the apartment, walking down the street as she played. She didn’t want to stay in one spot, looking to earn some money, she just wanted to let people listen. Bright up their day. She stopped at a playground, some of the kids rushing to the fence to greet her, urging her to play popular songs. 
“I don’t know about those songs today, but check this one out. the artist’s pretty cool.” Leaning her back on the fence, she started to play a higer pitched version of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cEjYmO5-dLk]this song[/url]. Before she was even done, a police officer came up to her, shouting.
“Hey! You can’t play here!”
“Why not, mate? I’m just playin’.” Moe raised a brow, hearing the children walk away, uninterested in the man in uniform. 
“you can’t pander for money here. Its illegal.” 
“What? I’m not asking for money, I’m playin’ a song on my violin for those who want to listen.” Moe stated a disbelieving smile on her face. “But I’ll go if you so wish. I’m gone, see?” 
“I don’t want to see you play here again.” 
“Cool it, man, I get it. No fun area.” she turned, starting to play again as she walked down the street, headed for the diner. She entered, still playing, to see people already inside. She grinned, finally putting down the instrument. 
“So that robin hood, eh? I don’t think they’re ever gonna catch the bugger.” She commented, looking around proudly.