The Nameless Singer

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This story came to me in the middle of the night. I saw with my mind a girl crying in her chamber.

Submitted: August 18, 2015

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~~The Nameless Singer
By Faisal Fransu

Mr. Howard and his wife were sitting at their supper one evening when he suddenly remarked, “Where’s Holly?”
“In her room,” answered Mrs. Howard in a sad tone. “Have you noticed that she’s out of spirits lately?”
“But I don’t believe in spirits,” replied her husband laughingly.
But his wife ignored the laugh and went on, “She has lost interest in everything. She stays locked up in her room the whole day. And I’ve noticed that she cries and blushes a lot”
“Have you talked to her?” came from her husband, sobering down a little.
“Yes I have. But she says she doesn’t want to talk about it.”
This conversation was about their sixteen-year old daughter, whose name is Holly. By the way, Holly is blind. She didn’t come down to supper that night. As her mother had said, the girl seemed depressed for reasons she kept to herself.
After another course of crying, the girl returned to the computer and started listening to a nameless singer that she had discovered online while looking for good music to download. The problem was that the folder that she downloaded didn’t have the name of the singer. But it had a hundred songs in it. These songs were all by the same singer. She learned this fact as she listened to all of them; for the voice of the singer on all of them was the same.
But what did this music have to do with her depression? She listened to it all day long. In fact, this was the only singer that she was listening to these days. He seemed to have a voice that touched the hearts of its hearers. The way he sang each melody added to the charm of his music. Every song by this singer that she listened to made her cry and blush deeply at the same time. Holly was becoming a shy girl.
A few days afterward, Holly’s mother was visited by her best friend and neighbour who said, “My nephew has come to spend the summer with us. He’s a northern gentleman. He’s also blind. So I was wondering if he and Holly could be introduced to each other.”
“That’s exactly what Holly needs!” exclaimed Mrs. Howard thankfully. Then she went on to tell about her daughter’s strange depression.
Lancelot Arthur was certainly a northern gentleman, as his aunt had called him. By saying that he was from the north, it means that Holly was living in another region of the country. Lancelot, or Lance, as he was called for short, had never traveled outside of his province. That was until his mother had persuaded him to spend the summer at his aunt’s place down south.
As he expressed it, he was in his twenty-first year of living. He would be going into second year of college in September.
When Holly was told about the new gentleman next door, she didn’t want to see him. She did not give a reason why she did not want to meet him.
“But he’s blind also,” her mother told her.
At last, the girl consented to meet him. It was arranged that Lance and Holly would meet in the backyard. So she went outside and sat at the table and awaited his arrival. A deep shyness stole over her as she tried to imagine what kind of a person he would be. Since she could not see, she judged people by their character instead of their colour.
At last, Lancelot Arthur was standing by Holly’s side. His aunt introduced them. Holly offered her hand shyly and said in a shy tone, “Nice to meet you.”
What was it that made Lancelot’s heart to throb at that moment? Was it the soft touch of her hand, or her sweet and shy voice?
Well, Lancelot was having lots of fun at the south. He spent most of his time with Holly, who appreciated his company, although she was still shy of speaking to him.
Lancelot’s aunt knew that he was lazy and that he asked his parents to do everything for him. So as she gave him a cup of coffee one morning, she said, “Lance, how would you like to make your own coffee?”
“I wouldn’t like it,” he responded with a smile. “I would love it!”
“Then, I’m going to teach you how to make it,” his aunt told him.
“I meant I would love drinking the coffee not making it,” he chuckled.
“How well you choose your words!” she said laughingly.
Just as they were starting the coffee-making lesson, however, Holly appeared with her mother.
“Well, you have two more people who would love a cup of coffee,” his aunt said when the greetings had been exchanged.
“Can I help?” suddenly spoke Holly.
“In that case, I’m going to sit with Mrs. Howard as the two of you make us coffee,” said Lancelot’s aunt.
Lancelot was thrilled to be working with Holly. She was the one who had asked to work with him, too! What a privilege!
At last, the coffee pot was “done cooking,” as Lancelot had expressed it. Generally speaking, Holly hardly ever drank coffee. But when Lancelot had offered to serve her the first cup, she kindly accepted it. Next, he served the two women, who were chatting happily in the living room. And lastly, he served himself.
If truth be told, Lancelot was trying to impress Holly how humble he was. He often served himself last.
The two of them were certainly enjoying themselves that summer. Holly was in better spirits, thanks to Lancelot, who was always by her side.
It was a week before Lancelot’s birthday when Holly asked timidly, “I’m not sure what to get you for your birthday. Any suggestions?”
“Yes, I do have one suggestion,” he responded with a smile which she could not see but could hear it in his voice. “Don’t think of it.”
“But I want to get you something,” she insisted. “Your coming has brightened my life.” The last sentence came from her mouth before she could prevent herself saying it. What put those words in her heart?
“And meeting you has also brightened up my life,” he said in a whisper. “Dearest Holly, ever since I heard your voice, I fell in love with you. But I will not ask you anything.”
At this, Holly fell into tears. She seemed in a great agitation.
“If only I could give you my heart, I would do it gladly,” she remarked in tears.
“But why can’t you give me your heart, dearest?” came from Lancelot, who was restraining himself from taking her in his arms. He would not do it without her consent.
“Because someone already has it,” was the tearful response.
“Who? You never told me about being in a relationship with anybody.”
“Well, I don’t know anything about him,” she confessed, still crying. Then she told him about the nameless singer that she had discovered online. This was the thing that had made her depressed. She loved this singer with all her heart, only because of his voice and the way he handled each melody. But even if she discovers his name and tells him about her feelings, would he love her back? She even doubted that he was single.
Lancelot told her to play one of the nameless singer’s songs for him. And she did. As soon as Lancelot had heard the first five seconds of the song, he felt triumphant.
“Ah, yes,” he remarked in a mysterious tone. “I know this nameless singer. But as it happens, he’s not without a name. Every human must have a name, you know.”
“O, what’s his name?” she asked eagerly.
“I don’t know if I should tell you my rival’s name,” he said laughingly.
“O please do,” she pleaded. “You will always be next to him in my heart.”
“But you will always have the first place in my heart,” he told her in a touching tone. “But whether you know it or not, I also have the first place in your heart.”
“Lance, you’re tormenting me,” she began to cry again.
“This is the first time you’ve called me by the short version of my name,” he commented. “And it will not be the last, for I tell you, the nameless singer is Lancelot Arthur!”
Holly was stunned beyond expression. She did not say a word for a while. Lancelot was patient with her, knowing that he had given her a big shock.
“But you never told me that you’re a singer,” were her first words when she had recovered her composure somewhat.
“Well, you never asked me directly if I was a singer or not,” was his response. “But I had another reason. Well, one day, I heard you humming the tune to one of my songs. So I was surprised that you didn’t know that I was the singer. Well, I asked your mother if she knew the singer, and she told me how you had found my songs without the name of the singer. So I finally realized that you didn’t know who that singer was. And I decided to keep it a secret for a while to see if you had any feelings towards me.”
“Prove to me that you’re Lancelot Arthur!” she suddenly spoke.
“But first, you must prove to me that you’re Holly Howard,” he said laughingly. Nevertheless, he sang a song that she had suggested to prove whether or not he was the singer she loved. His voice went straight to her heart. Her prince had come at last! She had been crying for him in her chamber for the last two months.
Before she knew it, she was in his arms, and that’s where we will say “Farewell, Lancelot and Holly. May you always be true to each other!”


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