Louis Cole
The sun was shining as Louis' blond hair lit up, as the rays of sunshine descended upon him. It was his big day. A day that he would come to remember for the rest of his natural-born life. It was the day, that he would meet his bride-to-be, yet it didn't seem as thrilled and excited as he thought he would be. People changed over time, both in the way they acted, and the way they looked, and the bride he was supposed to marry was one who he had not known for long, except for one occassion a few years ago. Louis was kind-hearted to a fault, and despite his weakness and his fears, he presses on, no matter what, especially when he knew he was doing it for someone. This someone he was about to meet properly and get married to, to spend his life with, would be someone special that he would love and care for, though he still had some superstition, trying to remember the face he had been shown when they briefly met, he set about trying to put some sort of image together.
This was no dream. It was reality. He thought that he would be the one who got to choose the love of his life, but instead, the one for her was already picked, yet it didn't stop him from being kind towards other females, though he refrained from dating, knowing he could not. In his dreams, he saw himself as a Prince, rescuing his Princess, the love of his life, but they were only dreams, and dreams do not come true. It was all made up, made up of things that people desired, what people sought, what they were after, their happily ever after, but in reality, there was no such thing. What they should be thankful for, is what they did have, and what was real, what was there, even if he got grief from the other lads when he wouldn't ask a certain girl out. He was not as wealthy and rich as some, in terms of riches, but then one had to define what they meant by being rich, was it economically rich, or in another sense. He was rich in love, in kindness, in care, in happiness, and as for wealth, well that was mostly kept in the family safe and used sparingly, either because they weren't super rich or just didn't wish to spend cash on things that were not important.
What they did view as important, was talent, things that made people stick out. For Louis, it was that of his music in playing the violin. He found it smooth, calm, relaxing, a great joy to listen to and appreciate, which he did alot. There was many variations of music noadays. Different styles. Different beats. Different sounds. Louis liked to play music that could not only be heard, but also be felt, as if he was reaching out to his audience. Ever heard how music is commonly referred to as soul music, sound of the heart...well that's how he felt. He wanted sounds that had feeling, sounds that literally played on the heartstrings. The music he would compose himself was often how he felt. There are those who have their emotions hidden, others have on their sleeve for those round them to see, but Louis was one who wore his emotions in his music for all to hear.
However today, he was not playing in front of just any crowd. He had played here and there, but nothing big really. Today however, would be an act that faced the toughest crowd, and that if he did not play well, then he would of failed miserably, and failed his parents. The biggest day of his life, as he composed himself, rather than his music, in keeping a straight posture, to remain calm and strong, constantly telling himself to "man up". Though they had met awhile back, it was some time ago and people change, and now was unsure what he was to look for. He didn't know a lot, and yet everything was at stake, despite his parents telling him he had met her before, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. In his time, he had met so many, helped as many, so it was hard to pinpoint which girl they were referring to. It was only a matter of time before all was revealed, so before he makes a fool of himself and ends up asking every female sees if they are waiting for him as their Mr.Right, he pulled his phone from his jacket and did the only thing he could do, something he did not like doing especially now as he was supposed to be growing up, which was to call his mother. "Hi, it's me..Umm where's the meeting place again?", he asked, deliberately giving no room to say mother or mum in a public place as he walked in the huge park, where the girl who he was to meet with could be literally, anywhere.
As always, mother was ever so helpful, in being not so helpful as he told him about the meeting place being at the fountain, reminding him of her name, and then going on and on and on, about how to act, what to do. He just felt like telling her to leave him to it, to let him do it himself, but he didn't have the heart to. Afterall, it was her and father that arranged it all, and they did not want him to fail, which added even more pressure to the situation. Once her lecture was ever, he headed towards the fountain. As he walked, he looked left and right and seeing other couples being here, there and everywhere, on the gras, on park benches, and then that's when he saw a young female shouting from the top of the fountain, a blond haired like him, yelling at all the couples while she appeared to have none beside her. Don't say this was her? Would he even get a word in? as she kept going on, reminding him of mother, before she then fell, thankfully caught by a young male, but by the way they acted, it seemed they were together, so definitely not her.
Looking around furthur, he approached the fountain until he saw another girl near the fountain, sitting on the ledge, on her own, with no male counterpart with her. She had what could be described as strawberry-blonde hair but he wasn't quite sure. It had been some time, and anyone could dye their hair, but it seemed that she was the only other female about the fountain which was the arranged meeting place, so it must be her. Picking up his courage, he then walked over to her, while his mind ticked away trying to remember when he did last meet this girl those few years ago, as alot happened in a year, before his thinking time was cut short as he was infront of her. He could not deny how beautiful she looked, but the time for gazing would come later, as he then spoke up and said softly, "Misa?", remembering the name that his mother had told him, hoping this was the one and hoping he hadn't just made an idiot of himself by asking the wrong person.
