1. Jazz


    Date: 12/9/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    alone. I felt good about the recording session and some of the gigs coming up, still, Ben’s words I’ll be your pianist but I won’t take your bullshit kept going through my mind. Then something happened when I was walking through Washington Square, a really amazing park where people played chess and kids climbed on the statues and all kinds of characters hung out. I was sitting on a bench and saw this old couple, holding hands, walk past me. They must have been in their seventies or eighties and I imagined them being together for fifty years. I could feel their love and it made me think of the romantic songs I loved. I wondered if they had hard times, conflicts that they somehow worked out in order to be still holding hands. They looked so beautiful together, so happy and I suddenly saw what was possible and then, more than ever, I wanted to find Ben and tell him I wanted only him. I wanted his passion, his imagination, his heart. I remembered how my mom sang those love songs but ended up alone, a drunk, and unhappy. I went to Ben’s apartment over the bakery and when he opened the door I threw my arms around him and told him to forget what I said about wanting to fuck other men. I wanted our love to grow and I wanted to sing all those old songs. I wanted to believe them and I wanted to sing them with him at the piano. And that’s what happened. I never got real famous but made some good records and we got to play in some good jazz clubs all over the country and most important, I got to sing Mom’s songs because she couldn’t.
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