On a Sunday Afternoon in Palmas de Mallorca

I just had a thought (while in the library researching an essay). I remembered this woman from Mallorca, Spain. It was a Sunday afternoon and outside of a church there was opera music. In the middle of a crowd of people, there was a woman who looked a bit like a bag lady, singing her heart out with a little karaoke machine. She could have been performing on a stage at the NAC or the Spanish equivalent, but there she was in front of a church on a Sunday afternoon in the oldest section of Palmas de Mallorca surrounded by people- young and old- in awe of her talent. I wondered if she preferred this lifestyle to another one that she could have. I wondered what brought her to do what she does. I also wondered if the money that people gave her for her songs gave her the things she needed in life.