The Older Generation

The guy with the red guitar - Maya

Dear Diary,

Yeah!  Nailed spinjitzu test.  Everyone went well, though you can't really count Julius in - he's been the ice elemental for a while now.

We went out to celebrate, just Lyn and I.  She's pretty cool and I love her sense of humour.  She's the kind of person that understands me completely and we really go well together (as friends) just like fish and chips.  I'm making myself hungry lol.

Anyway, we were going to have a stroll in the park but there was a concert instead (should have read the posters next time).  Lyn was begging me to go, she seems to like music a lot.  It reminded her of her old life.  I couldn't say no, right?

There was this guy on stage: the guy with the red guitar.  Handsome, talented, blue eyes, his red hair flying in every direction, smashing his fingers, creating the chords.  At some point, he asked me to walk up on stage with him, gazing at my eyes too.  I chuckled, taking his hand, not sure of what I was doing.

We sang, we danced, we flirted.  We fell for each other at first sight, just like old times.  Nothing mattered, as long as we were having fun.  No inhibitions in the middle.  It was the first time I was enjoying concerts in years.  Finally enjoying myself.

After the concert, we had a long conversation about our favourite songs and bands (Lyn went to buy us cotton candy).  But as I glanced at his pearly teeth and blue eyes once more, I decided to burst my heart open and ask what I really wanted.

"May I have your number?"

He was looking at me, but as I said that, he immediately placed his hands into his pockets and bent his head.  Maybe it wasn't the right thing to wonder.  But when he lift his head he was smiling.

"I'd love to know your name first," he said, handing me a note with his phone number.

Scribbled below were the four letters in his name.  Will.  How romantic.

"I'm Maya."

And now I've got a boyfriend.