Seriously, where is the camera crew waiting to jump out at me? He just asked me to stay? I’m being Punk’d. I pull back and look in his deep green eyes waiting to hear: Just kidding. “Don’t go anywhere after the show,” he whispers in my ear. He helps me stand and then pulls me close. His hand brushes against my cheek as he hits the final note. There are over twenty thousand fans here, but in this instant. I’ve seen them in concert at least four times, twice in high school and twice in college, but I’m completely lost to him. “Will you be my once in a lifetime?” he asks again. I’m shaking, and it isn’t from being cold. He kneels in front of me, holding my hand as if he were proposing. At least I can’t see my friends doing who knows what. I say a silent prayer for the bright lights that obstruct my view into the audience. What the hell is wrong with me?Įli sits me in the chair on stage. This was the song that I always imagined him singing to me. His hand doesn’t release mine as he begins to sway. “You’re the only girl I see.” Eli hits each note. I’m on stage with Four Blocks Down.īreathe, Heather, I tell myself as he walks me around while singing. I pray to God I can keep myself from passing out. My heart races as I place my fingers against his palm. “Will you be my once in a lifetime?” he starts to sing the lyrics. I look up as Eli stands with his hand out. “You’re so going.” She thrusts me forward, and the bouncer pulls me over the rail. “No,” I whisper as Nicole pushes my back forward. I shake my head in protest.Įli’s finger hooks as the bouncer comes around. I vaguely hear the screams around me, but I can’t move. “You,” his voice sizzles as he stares at me.Īll the blood rushes from my head.

His green eyes sparkle with mischief as they land on me. He comes around the stage and stands in front of me. because I would rather take a bullet than go up there. People scream, jump around, and wave their hands frantically. “You need some inspiration, brother?”Įli continues to walk around while tapping his chin. “I feel like I need to sing to someone this time, Ran.” Maybe find that girl who only comes around once?”Įli walks around the stage, smiling and pointing to random women. We want to pretend we’re still thirteen singing into our hairbrush microphones.

I don’t know why they play the new stuff. We get back to the front row as the boys are playing one of their older songs.

We own tonight book