Hold on to that feelin'
gaigel + 100 | don’t stop believin’ (lauren babic & halocene's cover)
Some'll win, some will lose
Some are born to sing the blues
“May I have this dance, m’lady?” Gaige asked, hand lifted with its palm up in an open invitation, a gesture that came right after some sort of attempt at bowing. “Or should I wait till your wedding-planner duties give you a break?”
Angel bursted into laughter shortly after, for reasons they both knew very well.
“As if you needed to use neat manners to ask me that.” Because a ‘hey, wanna dance?’ would have done the trick just as well. “Or they weren’t our wedding planner duties.” A break was actually what Gaige was asking for, and honestly… would it be a better moment than that in the current day, right after a sound testing and when the music was still on?
Needless to say, she took Gaige’s hand, and just a moment later they were already spinning and laughing.
“You think they’re gonna like all this?” Angel asked a couple of minutes later, trying her best not to short-circuit when Gaige wrapped an arm around her waist. She wasn’t nervous, though, at least not due to having doubts about the result; her objective was, again, just finding something to focus on before starting to blush like crazy and/or becoming a babbling mess. It had worked before, so…
“Think? Please, I bet they’re gonna.”
(Also on ao3.)
