“Good evening and great afternoon to our wonderful guests of this evening... You and all of those watching comfortably, of course.”<br/><br/><br/>These introductory lines were always read by our titular host just before every show started, a small line of string instruments serving as an unintentionally ironic reminder that, while the score and visuals shown were grand and orchestral, the actual program itself was nothing more than just a lone man reading his thoughts and going through the news as he saw fit. Although the demand for a show such as this greatly outweighed its potency on the comedy market, it seemed as though most who would tune in stayed after something caught their attention. Now, whether this is Lesley’s charming demeanor, his accent, or the now locally famous love letters segment, viewership remained consistent enough for municipal sponsors to come and open warm hands to the Englishman.<br/><br/>“And now, Loner’s Love Letters.”<br/><br/>Because of a rise in their minuscule budget, Lesley was actually able to turn in his chair and scoot over to a small pink mailbox that sat in front of a wall painted with red hearts, rainbows, and Cupid’s arrows before pulling out an oversized piece of cardstock that would act as both letter and envelope. The letters read aloud ranged from authentically passionate to bizarre and vapid, the latter of which was surprisingly sparse in representation. He enjoyed reading these letters as much as people enjoyed listening, and possibly even receiving them but, every now and again, there would be a letter mixed into the small stack that would visibly draw him out of this closing segment. Rarely did he let his emotions ride past a simple pause, however, this last letter directed at him had made him break the stunted character he put on for his show and a tear began to roll down his face. The letter itself was nothing extraordinary in terms of writing, using what most would consider cliche sentiments of beauty; the shimmering eyes, the beautiful smile, the… Insert adjective here… laugh, all present. It was the fact that someone had taken their time to acknowledge him as the host that meant the most to him, the fact that they picked up on a small detail through his wandering eyes, the fact that having moved to this city in hopes of finding something as grand and wondrous as his dreams in show business, he was stuck doing locally syndicated television to get his name out there. The letter was mean-spirited, vengeful even.<br/><br/>Needless to say, today’s broadcast was the buzz for his loyal viewership. That was the first time a letter mocking him had made him cry and this final segment was cut short because of it.