A lady in the crowd
Let It Be.
Holding Sammy Villasenor's hand felt unique. His hand perfectly fit onto mine. We held each others hands throughout morning's drama rehearsals. We watched the actors perform their plays, while we chattered about how our director advised us to change the original resolution to our playwrights. Both of our endings were far to tragic to be displayed to an audience.
We sat down on the garnet table benches. He was speaking about family complications, so I decided to comfort him with my massaging talent. I massaged his neck and back as he grunted in relaxation.
Then we listened to Ranchera from my playlist. We sung along to Vicente Fernandez and Cobra. Suddenly loud music blasted from a near by public family event. Together we sung, "Hey June." By The Beatles.
Kissing Sammy Villasenor's wasn't something I anticipated. His lips were pleasurable and soft. kissing his lips was surprising and unexpecte and I felt in shock. As we kissed "Let it be" By The Beatles played. We both smiled into the kiss. I hugged Sammy and said my farewells.
When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be
And in my hour of darkness
he is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom,
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it be
For though they may be parted
There is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be.