It's dark on the beach, and quiet. A radio plays, far away.
"But I just can't be with you like this anymore..."
The sun breaks through a mass of clouds, and shines onto her arm, wet from the ocean. She sits alone, arms resting on her knees, and stares at the sea. She wears all black, her white skin and golden blonde hair a contrast. It's calm, but as waves crash, he comes up behind her.
He lifts her up to him, but she looks away from his face. He's wearing black shorts, which cling to his body, and nothing else. His muscular chest glistens in the sun, as do his hazel eyes. He pulls her closer to him, and she finds it hard to resist.
As they move together along the beach, his friends join them. All in shorts, all wet, and all muscular, they surround her, and she is forced to smile, sandwiched in between their ripped bodies.
"You know that I love you boy
Hot like Mexico, rejoice
At this point I gotta choose
Nothing to lose..."
They dance a coordinated dance, but she feels smothered.
She runs, needing to get away.
"Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Alejandro
I'm not your babe
I'm not your babe, Fernando..."
As she runs, her mind flashes back to that day....
His hands run down her shoulder, to her stomach, wet this time with sweat. She kisses him, running her tongue inside of his mouth. He tells her she tastes like nectar, and he wants more.
Later, as she puts out her cigarette, she sees a glint shining out of his jeans pocket, his jeans lying crumpled on the floor. She bends down to take a closer look, and sees that the light she saw was his wedding band.
Tell the Mrs. I said hello, she says, and slams the door on the way out.
He catches her in the hallway, and tells her he loves her. He has to have her. He doesn't care about the other.
(Just stop. Please. Just let me go. Alejandro. Just let me go.)
Back on the beach, she stops. She's run to the Sound, and she stops there, and catches her breath, her hands on her knees. She stands up straight, a new look of determination on her face. She reaches into a pocket, and pulls out sunshades, puts them on.
Back at the beach, the boys are waiting. She snaps her fingers, and they align for the dance.
"You know that I love you boy
Hot like Mexico, rejoice
At this point I gotta choose,
nothing to lose
Don't call my name
Don't call my name, Alejandro
I'm not your babe
I'm not your babe, Fernando...."
Several coreographed dances later, as the song ends, the boys leave...
and she sits down, alone, on the beach, staring into the bright sun, in shades....
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