He will spot me in the crowd.
Stare me in the eye while he sings "The Girl".
Once the song is over, he will ask, in front of everybody, "Excuse me, beautiful. What's your name?"
I'll point to myself, "Me?!"
"Duh!"
I'll run up on stage, and whisper my name into his ear.
We will fall in love.
He will sing to me as I fall asleep every night until I die.
The end.
Hahaha, I'm such a fool.
I'll let you know how that one works out tomorrow night.
Love!
LOL That was so beautifully written. Debrief me the play by play once this amazing experience has come to an end ;)
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