I'm so upset the link to tuesday's contest didn't work so I'll try here again www.geocities/ffwritershaven/contest

Jonathon considered the young man for few moments. "Alright, I'll tell you what happened to me, it'll be easier. So two days ago, as usual…"

As the man began his story, he was blushing more and more.

At exactly 6:00pm, Jonathon Atkins finally went out of his office.

He slowly made his way to the bakery to buy some food that he would eat on a bench of Central Park, studying the lastest reports his subordinates gave him.

With a handkerchief he cleaned a little the bench and eventually sat, resting his exhausted body.

He hated Mondays. They were the worst day because it was the day of the board meeting and they studied the previous week results. Mr. Pulitzer had the habit to be in a particular bad mood on those days. It is true that since the newsies' strike, his constant changes of mood were even worse. Jonathon often thought that even if the whole world read his papers, the old man would still not be satisfied.

That's why Jonathon hated Mondays. But if he hated the day, he didn't hate the evening. On the contrary. Because on Mondays evening, he went to Irving Hall to see the wonderful show of the beautiful Medda Larkson.

Since the day his eyes had seen her splendid face, his ears had heard her magic voice, he had fallen head over heels in love with her.

It's been four years now he tried and managed to come and see her show at least twice a week.

When he had heard about her helping the newsies he had been afraid. He thought it could jeopardize his career if Pulitzer knew about his hobby. So he stopped his visits. But it didn't last for long as he realized he couldn't survive without at least seeing her.

At precisely 9:00pm, he arrived in front of Irving Hall. He had met several young boys, begging in the streets but he only ignored them with sometimes a disdainful snort.

He directly made his way towards his usual box and asked a waiter to inform Miss Larkson he was there.

Medda liked to meet her audience, especially those who came regularly. So, after only a few months he eventually met her. That day he thought that he could die happy. And since then, he just enjoyed the moments spent in her company every now and then after her shows. He often asked her for dinner but she always said no. Very politely, with her eternal smile, but it still was a no.

So when she suggested a dinner to him, and what's more an intimate dinner, he almost fainted.

He still couldn't believe to his chance while they were eating a delicious dinner in a French restaurant. While they were finishing their desserts, Medda reluctantly said :

"You know… We're here as friends, don't you?"

He looked at her regretfully a moment and then smiled.

"Yes, I know it. But I don't understand why you finally accepted my invitation."

She smiled so cheerfully that his heart could have exploded.

"Well, someone very special to me made me the happiest woman in the world and I promised I would do something special for someone else, to make his or her life a little better…"

"I assure you you've succeeded. I'll remember this evening until my dying day!" They both blushed a little. She held out her hand to him.

"May I ask you something too?"

"Yes, sure. Anything."

"Would you give me your word too? Will you do something for someone? I think… No I'm sure that's pretty important, I can feel it. So will you?"

Obviously he had answered positively, even if he knew he wouldn't do it. But when it happened, when the cops arrested that young man he remembered the hope and the faith in Medda's eyes. He didn't even realized before it was too late. The words came out by themselves and now he was telling his story to a perfect stranger who might have been a murderer.

So as soon as the boy stopped asking questions he left rapidly, forgetting immediately his promise and only remembering the wonderful evening he spent with his love. After all he had done what she had asked. He had done something for someone; giving his money to this boy who certainly needed it more than him, for the moment, and saving him from the jail…

Spot was wandering in the streets without any destination. He couldn't stop thinking about that Jonathon something.

He still hardly believed what had happened earlier that day. An horrible hoity-toity had helped a street rat like him. Not only helped, but saved him from being sent to jail and deliberately gave him some money out of his own pocket. And just because of a promise, a promise he made to Medda. His Medda. Newsies' Medda. It had no sense. The world had gone crazy.

He finally admitted to himself he wanted absolutely to know what happened to Medda. So he turned at the corner and started walking to Irving Hall.

After all, it was Sunday night, so there would be no one there since it was closed. He could talk to her privately.

Much to his surprise, he was greeted by a lot of laugher and music.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and he jerked back.

"Heya Spot! How's it rolling?"

It was Race with a beer in his hand.

"Fine. Tell me what's happening?"

"What? You don't know? We looked for you all over the city this afternoon but we couldn't find you. MEDDA'S THROWING A PARTY!!!!!" No doubt it wasn't Race's first beer. He was never that happy unless he had won a bet.

"I sure can see that, buddy" Spot said sarcastically. "But why?"

"Oh! You'll never guess! It's in the honor of someone she wants us to meet. It's her…"