Spanish Eyes

The atmosphere was tense as we waited for him to appear on
stage.

Every female in the building was praying that he was going to make it.
He had cancelled the night before and had disappointed some fans.

Deep down inside I knew he was going to be there. My legs shook with
nerves or was it the heels I had chosen to wear?

Luckily I had obtained the tickets last minute. I did not mind sitting
quite a distance from my friend. I had a front row seat on a raised
platform and could see everything.

The women beside me were equally excited and squealed with delight at
the prospect of seeing their 'Hero'.

For years I had anticipated this moment. This was the first time he had
visited my country.

The band began to play followed by screams of excitement from everyone
in the building. We watched eagerly for signs of our man.

In the shadows there was a figure. Could it be? Yes it was he! He stood
in the background as the band started playing one of his biggest
hits.
You could almost hear the sigh of relief from everyone's lips.

He bounded onto the stage wearing his trademark hat. His brown leather
trousers complimented his long, slender legs and the green t-shirt set
off his look. He was truly very handsome.

As he sang I truly felt that he was singing to me. I felt his eyes look
up in my direction but it was probably to dark for him to see.

He performed for almost two hours. He sang our favourite songs and then
surprised us with his cover versions. As he sang in Spanish I felt a
chill up my spine. He was so beautiful, every inch of him divine.

Then he chose someone from the crowd. He serenaded her with a love
song. Every woman wanted to trade places with the lucky girl. She stood
in awe as he sang to her. The green-eyed monster was preying, stealing
everyone's hearts.

The night was breathtaking. The experience I will cherish for the rest
of my life.