The sound of my soul

Prologue

The sky was very cloudy, the clouds, which look like balls of cotton, they were extremely grey but despite this the rain fell calmly. Young Smith was under an open-air roof that belonged to a computer shop, outside but sheltered from these drops of water. The young man was pressed against the glass, his hands and face against the glass, admiring, he was contemplating the big discounted television, he was impressed by the wooden box that projected light.

"Wow, can we buy them...?"
He says to himself still in shock. After long seconds of admiring the furniture from the other side of the glass with excitement, he turned to his small black suitcase, a little dented, that he had left behind him on the sidewalk and took it. About 5 meters away a very well-dressed man was sitting on a seat also sheltered from this rain, Smith quickly turned back to him, still amazed by the television.

"Have you seen that?"
Televisions for sale, isn't that great!? The man on the bench was a little embarrassed by the energy Smith exuded but he still took the trouble to answer him, the television was playing the news of the day and it was about new victims of the corrupted.

"Televisions aren't that rare you know..."
He says in a low voice, but clearly so that Smith can hear. The boy with his big dirty sky blue sweater was a little confused by the businessman's answer, since he was prowling the streets he had never seen a TV that could be bought, he was going to continue talking about the TVs with him but he remembers his main goal that he would have to accomplish to be able to attend another day, He approached the man a little, still sitting with one hand on his small suitcase.

"Excuse me again sir but do you have one or many problems to solve? I could do them for some money, you see as I get older it's harder to find people who want my help since I'm no longer a pretty little poor child and..."

"Sorry" said the man while still being a little uncomfortable with Smith.

"I have nothing for you to do young man."

After a short time a flash yellow taxi parked right in front of them on the street, of course this one was not for Smith but for the gentleman who was chatting with him, shortly after, the businessman got up from the public bench and quickly got into the vehicle so he wouldn't get too wet and then the car took him away.

"Darn..."
Smith said in a low tone because of the disappointment for the rejection of his proposal to the man, he's been talking with him for about a few minutes and it's all thrown in the trash now.

"I guess I'll have to find someone else who can give me money for a small task that's within my reach."

Smith covered himself from the rain with his small suitcase holding it above his head. He ran through the streets like a crazy person and tried to find citizens who could give him some things to do in order to earn some money, like an unemployed student looking to get picked up in a fast food restaurant, like a classic teenager.

Smith visited many different places that could possibly use his help just for a few coins, he also talked to people who passed by him, sometimes it wasn't even for the money but just to interact with people in order to socialize, Smith loves that.
During the process the sun sets quietly and gently without the young man being able to notice right away, having no current awareness of time, Smith does not know what time it is but he continues to try to find people who are visibly in need of help.

During the afternoon that followed, he took the thousand steps several times, meter by meter, kilometer by kilometer, Smith continued to walk despite his discomfort because he absolutely wanted to find a source to collect money.

A few hours passed but unfortunately he still had nothing to eat. On the other hand, his good will to want to help people even if he earns nothing did it's thing, he actually helped a few citizens during his little journey around the places widely frequented by most of the people, even if he will not receive anything from the people he gave a hand.