Day Fourwriting: Spread the love! Write about what your kalon enjoys to do on Kalontine's Day.
Beauregard grinned wildly, his cool eyes gleaming. He sat on a seat in a train, kicking his legs back and forth like a small child. He was excited indeed, his lively humming and rosy cheeks would make that obvious. Today, Saint Valentines Day, was his absolute favorite holiday, and had been since he was just a child.
It all started in primary school, when Beau and his classmates exchanged candy with each other. Beau loved it; as every child was required to give every other child a gift, it was one of the few times he didn't feel left out. He felt appreciated, and felt that he was showing his love for all of his peers.
Now, Beau was giving back. He'd gotten early to the train station, making sure he was the first to get on the morning train. At the door, he greeted each person and offered them a piece of chocolate. He presented the box like a grand prize, and hoped it made all of those strangers feel special. He observed the people on the train now. Some of them were chewing his chocolates, and some of them held the candy in their hand to eat later. Beau beamed.
But what the young man had really been looking to do today was nothing of a selfless gesture. He was looking to meet new people, find a sweetheart to fall in love with. At his stop, Beau collected his things and stepped out onto the cobblestone road. He made himself comfortable under a bare tree, his favorite spot along the busy city. He laid out a blanket to sit on and removed his guitar from its case, offering the case as a container for tips. He began strumming the guitar, singing every song he knew with his heart.
At lunch, Beau took a break. His throat was sore from singing and he kept missing pitches because of it. He sifted through the tips in his case, thankful for the generosity of tourists and shoppers. But yet he was disheartened. He didn't have what he was looking for.
After several more hours of playing, Beau checked his case again. This time he found it. He extracted the piece of paper and smiled. Tiny cursive letters spelled out a message for him, "
You're a good musician. Call me if you'd be willing to play for me again?" it had a phone number attached.
Score!