Jax listened to his story, then nodded as he said he basically got in off a scholarship, that's what he had thought. A teen with talent like his could go far in life. He could go almost anywhere he wanted, do anything he wanted. He was truly talented, unlike Jax. He sighed when Luka asked him about himself and the reason he was here. Finally after a long silence Jax looked up, "Would you believe me if I told you I was living on the streets before I came here?" he questioned, willing to continue if Luka did believe him. His mind was running like a race horse over years of memories, years of memories of him living on the streets....alone. By his looks Almost no one could tell that he had lived on the streets for over half of his life, he looked like a city teen. And in some way he was, he just lived on the 'wild side' of the city.
