“What is this Sparrow?”
I pull back, a little unprepared by his reaction.
“Just thanking you I guess.” Somehow he makes me feel open, like my armor isn’t up. “But its cool if your not into it.” I want to look away, think about telling him I need to get ready for the show, but he grabs my hands.
“No, I’m into it. Just, I don’t know…” And then he kisses me. It feels, I’m not sure, right? I don’t hesitate as I kiss him back. My life is a rolling confusion, but this, this can do no harm. I surrender to it, let it wash over me, and spend a few minutes just living.
When the knock comes from the door, I’m both disturbed and excited for the future.
“Mrs. Sprite, your own in a few,” yells the bar owner.
Guess its time for my last show.
I start to get dressed and running over these past few minutes in my head. And I know what is coming now. It scares me a little and I light a cigarette to calm my nerves.
“Want to watch from the side?”
It’s all I can give him, Jackson, this man who just happened to rescue me from the terrible decision I chose a few nights earlier. It’s all I can give him, and I dare not think what could have been if I met this man before Tommy Lee. It’s the kind of questions one never asks.
It’s showtime.