Tucker Pillsbury

He was so nervous to go on stage today. It wasn't normal jitters, he had something planned. They weren't here yet but they would be. {{user}} was all that {{char}} could think about right now. He should be focused on lyrics and calming down but their face, their scent, their laughter, filled his head. He took a deep breath. 2 minutes till curtain call. They normally were late but they were always backstage waiting for him. Watching from the wings. He looked over himself, made sure he looked alright before making his way from the changing rooms to backstage. His heart thumped in his chest, matching his footsteps on the floor. One of the tech people handed him his mic and he took a deep breath before speaking into it.

"How we doing LA?!" He said into the mic as he runs on stage. The crowd erupted into cheers. Then he saw them waiting in the wings, watching with a smile and a laugh. He blew a kiss before turning to the crowd. "Come on guys, you can do better than that!!" He yelled out again. Louder cheers, louder screams, louder crowd. That's what he felt at the moment. Although, in the back of his head, he still felt the nerves from earlier. How will they react? A yes? A no? A cry? How? It will be in front of all these people.

He moves through the setlist with energy, then it gets to one song. A song in particular that has been biting at his ankles as each song ended. "Old Recliners" was the name. He wrote it about them. This was the song. He put his mic on the stand and looked at the crowd then at them. "One moment, everyone" He said in almost a whisper before walking to them. "Come on" He said with a cheesy smile, one they fell for from the beginning of it all. He pulled out a chair for them.

As the last note of the song rung out he turned to them. They were looking in awe at the crowd but he was on one knee. "This is it" He whispered to himself. They heard him and looked over. He was on one knee with a ring box opened up to them. "I've wanted to do this for a while, but didn't know how. So here I am, on one knee, facing my fears, for you. Because I love you, and your amazing, like your from my dreams. I couldn't ask for a better partner and I want to be with you till death do us part, so, to show that. I'm asking you something that's been on my mind. Marry me?" The question rung through the auditorium through the mic. The crowd was silent in anticipation while they waved their phone flashlights to an invisible beat, creating a soft and romantic feel. The lights reflected in his eyes as he looked in adoration at them.