Baewatch - Xavier Neal Page 0,17
The most I suffer from now is embarrassing stints where I have to have someone repeat themselves into my ‘good ear’ aka my left because I’m experiencing unpredicted ringing in the bad one, the right, and having trouble staying upright due to a small balance issue. A balance issue, I just want on record, that someone tried to use against me to keep me from being top chief, only to be put to shame when I outperformed them during every test given to me.”
The sassiness displayed during the final line of her explanation has me instantly smirking. “You refuse to let your condition be seen as a weakness.”
“Exactly.”
“Then dancing with me will reinforce that declaration.”
Her cheeks start to color at the same time she grudgingly concurs, “I guess it would.”
“You don’t have to worry about ‘messing up’ in front of me.” I rise to my feet, her hand still in mine. “I appreciate the wipeouts as much as the perfect rides of the wave.”
Brooklyn presents me one conceding shoulder shrug, stands, and motions her head towards the stairs for us to take.
On our way over to where the growing crowd is singing along with Sal, I share a little less known fact about our entertainment for the night. “It was my shop that Sal got his start in.”
“Oh yeah?” Her body moves closer to mine, and I try to be more conscious about my volume along with my wandering gaze, which is threatening to make my cock come alive again as I drool over her apple shaped ass.
“I gave him his first ukulele.”
“Sunshine and seashells, seriously?”
“Yup. He was…seventeen and playing the tuba in his high school marching band. Initially came in because he wanted a classic acoustic guitar, partially to impress chicks and partially because that’s the default route so many musicians take.” We carefully descend the three steps side by side. “I proposed he try something different. That the instrument is only the beginning of the battle. How you play it, where you take it or let it take you is what really sets artists apart.”
“So, he took your suggestion and bought it.”
“Oh, no.” I quickly shake my head. “Did you not hear the part about him being seventeen?”
She begins to snicker again.
“Yeah, those little bastards think they know everything at that age.”
“Teenage girls are no better.”
“I know. I’ve met them, too.” Leading us over to a more open spot, I toe off my shoes, prompting her to do the same. “I made Sal a deal. Told him to just take the ukulele. Free of charge. Try it out. If he hated, bring it back, and I’d find him a good deal on an acoustic guitar outside of my shop. And if he loved it, he had to learn to play ‘Castles Made of Sand’ one of my favorite Jimi Hendrix songs.”
“I cannot imagine how that sounds on a ukulele.”
“Bit deeper and darker.”
“Holy shit, he actually learned to play it?!”
“Learning that cover inspired him to wanna do more covers and before he knew it…he had his own thing. His own path.”
“All because of your encouragement.”
“Encouragement is one of the most underrated things in this life.”
I skip adding my own personal experience to the proclamation and pull Brooklyn in a little closer by both hands. Our bodies begin to twist to the rhythm of “Bad Case of Loving You (Doctor Doctor)” with our hips and arms doing an equal amount of movement. We sing at the top of our lungs during the chorus right along with the rest of the crowd, which is also Sal’s signature style. While he enjoys playing covers on the memorable choice of instrument, he loves the interaction of a group more. I think it connects him in a way he wasn’t given in high school, and truthfully? It’s a good thing for those in the audience. Some people are only willing to sing when they’re confident their voice won’t be heard among others.
Brooklyn bounces her body around a bit wildly, obviously pumped by the tunes, and I helplessly miss beats and steps due to being too enamored by her breezy behavior.
Damn.
It’s a beautiful thing when someone feels like they’ve been given permission to be themselves, so they swim with it.
Treasure it.
I hope Brooklyn learns that whoever she really is will always be welcomed and worshipped by me.
And I get the feeling that she’s prepared to give me the same treatment.
Her jump twist motions are fun and easy to follow. We sing and laugh and smile