The Kanon

This is an old story I wrote on my phone my sophomore year of highschool. It was saved as a draft in my blog post. I’ve decided to share it with you all. This is The Kanon. Inspired by The Canon in D and the 2006 anime Kanon


We sat down at our table.

“Do you know what this song is?” Lori asked me while we waited. “No, I don’t think I do.” I said, shrugging it off.

“Hi, I’ll be your waitress for the evening. Can I get you two anything?” A young waitress asked. “Just two glasses of wine. We’ll be ready to order in a few moments.” I told her.

“Anything else?”

“No…well, I’m Tony and this is Lori,” I said gesturing to my date. “May we know your name, perhaps? I wouldn’t want to be rude and call you ‘you’ the entire time we’re here.”

She giggled and said, “My name is Michelle. Will that be all for now?”

“Yes, thank you very much, Michelle.” She walked away and I looked over toward Lori, who was glaring at me.

She rolled her eyes and said, “You are such a flirt.”

I laughed and replied, “Isn’t that the reason we’re on a date now?”

She ignored me and continued on about the song that was playing. “Like I was saying earlier, this song, it’s called The Kanon, with a ‘K.'”

“The Kanon?” I asked. That sounded vaguely familiar to me.

“Here’s your two glasses of wine, and a bottle to serve yourself. On the house,” She winked. “Are you two ready to order?”

“Yes, I am,” Lori said with a hint of sass. “I would like a T-bone steak with a Caesar salad. And for an appetizer, I would like to try the soup special for today.”

“Okay. And you, Tony? What would you like to order.”

“The same, except I would like grilled chicken in place of the steak.”

“Fries as well?” She offered me.

“Yes. For the both of us.” I said directing my eyes toward Lori.

“Will that be all?”

“Uh, one more thing. A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn’t settle for anything less than you deserve.” I said, smiling. She giggled and was off again.

“Now,” I started, turning my attention to Lori. “What’s so special about The Kanon?” I asked, taking a sip of my wine. “It seems somewhat familiar to me.”

“It should.” She told me. “The Kanon is a simple melody that repeats itself A thousand and one times, but becoming more beautiful each time it’s played. I was sure that you heard it somewhere because it’s the musical representation of Eutopia.”

“Your point being?” I asked, a little more bluntly than I intended.

“Imagine if life was like that; A constant state of euphoria that only gets better with each passing moment.”

The waitress arrived and set down our appetizers and said, “Your order will be ready shortly, Tony.”

“Thank you,” I told her as she walked away.

Lori continued by saying, “Imagine if we, as the human race, could reach a state, equal in the pure amount of bliss that is contained within this song.”

“I see where this is going,” I said, sipping my wine again.

“You’re trying to tell me that it’d be better in life if no one had to experience pain and that once our lives become that of repetition, that we should come to enjoy how we spend each hour of our day. But,” I said, sticking my finger into my wine and stirring it around. “You’re only telling me this because of how miserable I’ve been recently, aren’t you?”

She sighed and took a sip of her wine. Then I sighed myself and said, “But you’re right, you know. You’re right about a lot of things. And that’s why, despite the fact that I flirt around a lot, that you’re the only one I truly love.”

“Oh?” She said, raising an eyebrow. “Did you just admit to the fact that you’re a flirt?”

“I suppose I just did, didn’t I?”

“Yes, I suppose you did.” She said, laughing. “Does that mean you’ll stop?” She asked me.

I dipped my finger in my wine again and licked it, just as the waitress arrived who met my eyes as I did so. “Only if I’ll never see this beautiful woman again,” I said to Lori, eyes still locked with Michelle’s. She blushed and then smiled and hurried away to go seat a family who had just arrived. I laughed and looked back at Lori and said, “Besides, I doubt I could stop if I wanted to. It’s in my blood you know.” She took a sip of her wine and said, “I doubt I could go a day longer without kicking your ass. It’s in my blood, you know, and it’s been such a bother not letting my anger out.”

“And I love you as well,” I said, reaching over to lightly caress her face. I saw her entire body shiver, like a drop of rain falling in the endless sea, and heard her whisper, “If only you knew just how much I loved you.”

We began to eat, silent for a few moments. Lori drained her wine so I poured her another glass. By the time she finished that, she was about to pour herself another when I stopped her.

“What?” She snapped.

I shook my finger at her and said, “No more wine for you; not now anyway.” She was about to say something and then she stopped. She returned to silently chewing her steak when I said, “A thousand and one?”

“Huh?” She asked, confused.

“The Kanon. The same melody a thousand and one times, right?”

She nodded and I asked, “Do you think it’s possible to write the Kanon?”

She looked at me like I was crazy. “This isn’t the type of music that you sing to. You of all people should know that.”

“No no no,” I said, finishing my grilled chicken. “What I mean is, do you think we could write a story based on the concept of the song?”


“Point being,” I added quickly. “Do you think we can tell the same story, one thousand and one times, and make it better each time?”

She smiled and said, “I’m not sure, could we? And even then, what would we write about?”

I pondered the question as the waitress came over to give me the bill, and also her number. Before she could ask, I said, “I’ll pay in cash.” And then added, “Anything extra is yours.” and winked. When she went away, I slipped $500 under the bill.

Lori stared at me and I said, “Just a little extra in case she wants to buy herself something.” She sighed, defeated, and then I said, “We can write about this.”

“Erm, giving a waitress a lot of money? Tony, are you high?”

“Not as high as you are apparently,” I said, poking her nose. “What I meant was writing about our evening here. We can call it the Dinner under the Kanon.” I joked. She rolled her eyes, and I said, “But seriously, we could write about this.”

“A thousand and one times?”

“Each story different, not necessarily better. Not even in order. It could be about totally different things, in completely different places, but would always involve us and the waitress in some way or another, always beginning with us getting food, even if different. Hell, our first story could be about us getting McDonald’s.” We laughed, and then I said, “We could call it Distortion. It can be a series of short stories. It’ll be like any other series-“

“Except it’ll be short stories and just be shy of a little more over a thousand.” She interjected.

The waitress came over and took our plates and the bill, but before she could leave I stopped her, gave her a small kiss on her hand and said, “Enjoy your life, beautiful. Enjoy it, for you never know what you’ll become or who you’ll inspire. So don’t just strive to be better, strive to be happy.”

Michelle smiled. Blushing, she whispered back, “Thank you so much.” And then went back to work.

“And for our first story, let’s make the waitress a jealous widow,” Lori said, somewhat like an announcer.

“Only if this is the very last story.”

She thought for a moment, and said, “Alright.” and smiled

Just as we were leaving the restaurant, The Kanon began to play from the very beginning once again.

“Genesis,” I said. “The first fragment of The Kanon,” Lori added.

‘Yes, I really do love her.’

“We sat down at the table. ‘Do you know what song this is?’ Lori asked. ‘No, I don’t think I do…'”