I sit at the lobby of the studio waiting for my baby to be done recording, I read one of my favorites to kill time.
Then, without giving me a notice, Joe walks up behind me and gently tips my head back kissing me upside down.
"What are you reading beautiful" he asks as he moves his heavenly lips away from mine.
"The Picture of Dorian Gray"
He lets out a laugh as he jumps on the sofa to sit next to me, "again?"
"I've only read it once before"
"hmmhm"
"are you done for the day?"
"yes, I am exhausted" he sighs, lying his head on my lap.
I run my fingers through his hair, "do you wanna just go home and watch a movie then?"
"no!" he exclaims jumping out of the sofa, "I have special plans for you this evening" he smiles making a statement with his angelic face.
I smile back excited for my surprise and get off the sofa, I hold his hand which perfectly fits in mine, and we stroll out.

Before arriving at our destination Joe places his delicate fingers over my eyes so I cannot see where he is leading me. He asks me to guess where we are, after a couple attempts from me he reveals to my eyes the entrance of the National Gallery, the biggest art gallery in London.

I cannot help smiling from ear to ear, I hug him happily and kiss his cheek in gracefulness
...on one of our many conversations I had told Joe that my favorite places on earth are art museums but I always had to go by myself since no one shared my admiration for old dusty artworks...
It's oh so adorable, sweet and grand of him to bring me to one and to say
"you can tell me all about your favorite paintings, you won't bother me, my angel."
He fills me with the truest happiness I've ever felt, every moment we spend together appears to me as a magical happening, a moment worthy to be written about in books.

And so we spent a wonderful couple hours immersed in art, I was beaming with excitement telling Joe all about Goya and Fuseli, then about impressionism and the tragic lives of Van Gogh, and Toulouse-Lautrec. The best part is that he actually became intrigued by how painters used art as a form of rebellion, I told him how they were "punks" almost, by breaking the rules of the Academy of Fine Arts.
***
It is now 35 past 9, the creatures of the night are leaving their caves, and we are at a small cafe outside the museum.
"I had so much fun, thank you so much baby" I say kissing his cheek.
"I'm glad you liked it, I had a lotta fun too and I learnt more than I ever did at school" he jokes.
I rest my head on his shoulder sipping my coffee as he pulls out something from his jacket,
"Oh, here's your play, I finished it the other night" he hands me Romeo and Juliet.
"its yours, you don't have to give it back"
"but there's a scene in it that I don't understand, you should uh, explain it to me, its in that page, the folded one."
I open the little book to the page he signaled and two pieces of yellow paper slip out onto my lap.
I hold them up and as I explore them my lungs lose their breath and my heartbeat triples its speed.
"Two tickets to see Lou Reed?!"
Joe lets out a laugh as he sees the excitement in my face, "yeah, you know that guy you love."
"oh my god Joe!" I hug him still in shock. "I love you so much!" I kiss him, "you're the best, oh my god, I can't believe it!"
"are you crying?" he asks slightly laughing at me
"sorry, I'm just so happy I can't believe it." I dry my joyful tear, "I don't deserve this, you're so amazing."
"what are you saying baby? of course you deserve it, you're the best." he caresses my cheek, "you come to all my gigs, most of my rehearsals and you give great head."
My cheeks flare up and I can't help laughing, "oh Joe, I love you."
"and I love you, Candy."