The boy, holding a case of sake in one hand and his violin in the other, unwittingly walked to the music store. Hunger is a force that can drive a man to kill his family for even a morsel of scraps from a king's banquet. He kept going thinking that he would end up getting paid when really he was walking back to crime scene with enough evidence to prove him guilty. He kept walking still. The waves crashed on the sand near the plaza and the fountain spewed water from what seemed like nowhere. He went into the music store and saw a man at the counter looking parched and in need of a drink.
"What's your name, boy", the man inquired. He was wearing a suit and bow tie. On his head he had a top hat and he approached the boy while walking on his cane even though he wasn't very old.
He kept on to approaching him but kept his distance and again but patiently said, "Better yet, why is a boy working when his father is making money…oh forgive me for my horrible manners yohoho. My name is Binks and you are?"
Still waiting for an answer he asked again, "Where's your family?" "I-I d-don't…", the boy trailed off as he was thinking of a lie to tell so he wouldn't worry the man.
"I have…no name..n-no family", the boy continued with honesty. There was a pause and a flash of revelation came across Binks' face. There's a feeling that we all get sometimes when we hear of others problems. Even if you don't care it still shows that you have some form of feeling towards it. He walked past him and pointed outside the window into the rising sun. The waves danced in the beach while an orange sky set the tone for a long day's passing.
"This boy, is your world. How wonderful it is to wake up, no matter if you're on the streets or in a queen's bed, and see the rising sun and walk in its everlasting light. To look up at the sky and see every star and the moon shine down from a dark sky. Isn't it something to be alive and see and hear! Even if it can't get any worse, isn't that a gift?"
A tear came down the boy's face and onto the violin. Binks didn't notice the violin was his but instead the sake. He began to drink and as he did the boy cried even harder. To think someone cares in a world that has not even given him a family.
Day by day the boy brought him sake and he stayed a while in Binks' Music Shoppe to hear the tunes being played. Through all these days he was being taught how to play and got to eat for the first time in what seemed like ages. One day while he was bringing a delivery of sake to Binks he hummed a tune that went a little like this.
"Going to bring Binks' Sake! Let the sea breeze lead the way!...", the boy caught himself in his joy. It was a new feeling. He finally had something. A friend, a talent, and a part of a song. Maybe this orphan child now had something. Mother mercy is a strict and unforgiving bitch. She gives us many gifts only to see if it will hurt us if she took them away. To feel nothing but hope and then to have it taken away is the most painful thing a person can undergo. Even if you're an orphan who begs on the street to the same people every day and to have all of them shun you for existing, you still have hope. The boy with no name and a talent for music still has hope. He went in to the plaza and saw a totally different scene. Mother mercy has forsaken him.
TO BE CONTINUED...