"There's a special girl for me in the crowd tonight." Will scans the
sea of people in front of him. He's sure she's there. "She's beautiful.
And funny and smart and sometimes she can be a pain in the ass." The
crowd laughs. His eyes continue on searching until they found her. She's
standing by the right side of the stage, wearing her favorite black
shirt, her hair down just the way Will wants it and she has a smile
brighter than the spot light scanning the the crowd. Will continues. "I
know I call you names." Now he's talking to her. "Angeline, Arlene,
April, Beth, I even call you Zelda... It's not that I don't know your
name, I do, believe me I do. I know it like I know my own name. It's
just that I don't want to call you that. I don't want others to know
your name because I want me to be the only one who gets to call you
that. I want it to be mine..." Now he's smiling. Because her smile makes
him smile. And he never once takes his eyes off her because he likes
watching her. "So Alli," he continues. "Jez Allison Dawson... will you
be mine?" The crowd roars. They begin cheering and jumping and looking
for that girl Will is talking to. Soon they start chanting, "Say yes!
Say yes! Say yes!" It's been a while until will adds, "Forever, if you
don't mind." And finally, the spotlight found her. Crying in the sea of
people is Alli with her Downtown Prince album. Immediately, Will makes
his way to her, stopping just enough to give them space, just enough for
him to reach out and wipe her tears away. The crowd also quiets down.
"So, are you just going to cry there?" His fingers gently touches her
cheeks. She's still crying but when she speaks, the smile is back on her
face. "No. Actually..." She pauses to compose herself. "I plan on
kissing you." It's like everything slows down when Alli wraps her arms
around Will's neck and grabs him down so she can reach him. And when
Alli finally closes the distance between them, Will knew it was the best
damn night of his life.
And so Will finally found the name of love. Jez Allison Dawson.
And he likes it... No, he loves her.
And he likes it... No, he loves her.
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