Fleeting Optimism & The Sex God

Meeting Him

   There on the stage of my high school's small auditorium sat a young man at the stool for the more high tech keyboard that my teacher's mother didn't know how to operate. The woman herself was a very skilled musician as was her husband and three sons. The middle child of the Pierce clan was Charles, my vocal music instructor sense sixth grade. The first born, I never had the chance to interact with. The youngest... oh fuck me running on a juice box! Its him! Sitting at the stool. I believe that his name is Ben or Benjamin, something along those lines.
   I was thirteen when I met him. Those warm brown eyes were enough to make me melt. Get a fucking grip on reality, Kal! I scold myself mentally, a sigh escaping my lips.  It was obvious then that I was head-over-heels for Ben. I couldn't explain why, but there was something about him that made me gravitate towards him.  I felt absolutely intoxicated and giddy in his presence.           
    Even though I knew Ben for collectively six hours between rehearsal and the concert itself, I found it hard for my thoughts to go back to Mr. Pierce.  I was one of the altos on the first row, so my oblivious facial expression was noted by the entire middle-school chorus.  I remember feeling embarrassed when Charles had to get my attention. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt sick to my stomach. 
  "Kal," Charles says with a serious tone.  This was the last bit of rehearsal that we had before our set. 
   "Yes," I respond, my face catching the heat and the red hue that partners it.
   "Are you alright?" He asks, smiling lightly.
   "Why wouldn't I be?" I ask, and the issue is dropped there. 
  Faking being focused was easier than I thought. I was able to show the appropriate emotion and sing with the correct tone that each song in our set required. My mind, however, was on Ben Pierce. The concert ends, and I had to go back to the classroom to retrieve my white and pink cheetah print fedora that I loved so dearly.  It was storming that night and I didn't was my hair to be ruined.
   Ben was there in Charles' office.  I sigh softly as soon as my eyes fell upon him. I knew then that I wanted the recent college grad.  Fuck, he is so sexy, what would he even be on to want a child like me?  I wondered this for a long moment while I put my fedora on and walked towards my stepfather's car.