I could see he was a little bit of Blues and a little bit of Jazz. His eyes were as green as the summer grass. His body was close to mine as we were walking on the wet pavement while some black shiny car went through a water hole and the dirty water splashed all over us.
“My dress!” I exclaimed.
“We don’t need this anymore since we’re wet” the man said and threw my umbrella in some old garbage can.
“Are you insane?”
“Oh, dear. Control your emotions, feel the rain” he said and grabbed my hand walking faster and dragging me with him. I was barely walking that fast with my high heels and the pouring rain wasn’t making it any easier.
We were walking and this might have been the most irresponsible thing I had done in a long time. It felt amazing to be a little younger again and to feel the cold rain on my skin. I remembered the time when I wasn’t an actress yet and I could do whatever I wanted without worrying about journalists. This felt like one of those times and I was sincerely happy. I wanted the moment to last much longer.
We reached a small wooden building with a bright sign that read “Bonsai” on top of it.
“This is my favorite place to be” He said and opened the black door for me.
I walked in a little disappointed that the moment was over and a bit happy, because I was getting cold under this rain.
I walked in. The place looked beautiful. The walls were painted in red and black just like the chairs and seats. The bartender was an old man with a tortured look on his face and a bald head wearing a tuxedo. Right next to the corner was a huge piano on which nobody was playing at this moment, and at the center there was a small stage. In fact the place was almost empty at this time of day. Night was the time everyone was awake.
“Hello Bill!” the old man said as he was polishing some glasses. He took a good look at me from my toes to my head. “Oh my, and is this Nancy Dawson?” he asked a little shocked.
“In the flesh.” I said and gave him my hand. Instead of shaking it he kissed it and I felt the little mustache he had.
“So nice to meet you, I’m a big fan! Can I offer you a drink?” he asked as he put the glass down.
“No, thank you. I don’t drink that early” I replied and sat down one of the chairs. The man sat on one next to me and put down some notebook.
“As you may have noticed, my name is Bill” he said and smiled at me.
“Yes, I am Nancy. Nice to meet you, Bill” I replied to his smile as well.
“You look stunning even with your make up all over your face.”
It felt new. How he was making me feel happy and enough and all my worries were flowing away when he was saying all those things. The most confusing thing of all was the fact that I had just met that man.
The last partner I had was a year ago. He was handsome and beautiful, but arrogant and blunt. He would often tell me things about how I need to make myself better and the way this man now was making me feel for about an hour was better than all my ex boyfriend did for an year. I was afraid I might blush, so as an actress I tried to distract myself and keep my poker face.
“What’s in the notebook?” I asked with curiosity in my voice.
“I’m a writer, I write novels”
This made me like him even more. I could take him to places he’d never even imagine being, and he could write about them. The writer and the starlet.
“Care for a dance?” he asked and grabbed my hand.
“Dean, play for us” he said and the old man who sat down next to the piano and started to create an amazing melody.
It was about noon and I was in a bar. Dancing with a perfect man while another one is playing the piano.
I could feel his cologne, so fresh. His strong chest pressed against mine and the feeling of being safe. I closed my eyes and took off to a different place. I left my mind somewhere far away from there, only allowing my body to be present. Both of us wet and tired. Pressed against each other with closed eyes, for about two hours now I had prayed that he felt it too, that he felt safe and secure.
P.S. I’ll probably expand it even more and I was writing this while listening to Jazz.