Embarrassing moments...Part VII

His name was Mario Reyes and he was my first crush in the United States. I could barely speak English, but I thought all language barriers could be broken if you spoke the language of love... He didn't even know I existed. No, wait, I'm wrong. He knew me as the new foreign weird girl who had just moved to Deming. He was in band with me and I used to stare at him for hours, daydreaming about our life together...
I finally had the chance to get close to him while preparing a song for the graduating class. We would practice everyday after school, along with 20 other students, singing "We are the World". We were standing on the stadium steps ( you know, those podium stairs you stand on when you perform), Mario was right behind me when, lost in my daydreams about him, I lost my balance, reached back to catch myself, and grabbed his weiner. Or balls. Both. Not sure what ratio weiner/balls it was, but all I know is I was holding on to a handful of something. He screamed in pain and ran out of the room.
I never daydreamed of Mario Reyes again.