Love you more

A Performance

Giovanni:

Nervously, I'm standing in the arena where the dance show is about to take place. Aljaž and Gorka are still being styled, unlike me who arrived earlier than them. In fact, I'm not nervous because of the dance show itself - after all I'm used to performing with my own shows or with the others. However, I planned something special. 

I planned to propose. 

Today our show finishes and us dancers are allowed to do these little speeches, which is always such a lovely idea to thank our family and friends as well as our partners. I already talked with the crew of the show and they supported me, saying what a nice idea this is. So fair to say, I'm really nervous. Yes, we love each other and all that stuff - but still.

When I invited Faye to come and see the show again, I already was so excited - hopefully she didn't mind about me talking so much nonsense back then. To be fair I behaved like a proper idiot. 

I also invited Ashley and Pasha, not only because we share such a great friendship, but also because they knew about our relationship while being dance partners too.

My thoughts are interrupted now when someone's putting their hands over my eyes and I'm welcomed by Faye looking at me with a happy smile. "Hello!" she whispers happily.

"Oh, you're already here?" I ask, despite knowing that this must seem odd to her now. Stop talking such nonsense, I tell myself. 

She frowns, starting to play with her hair as she always uses to do when either nervous or shy. "Yes, I- I thought to surprise you. The show finished earlier today, it was a great performance." she stutters. "I-I'm sorry. Are you angry with me?"

"Wait, what? No of course not. It's just that sometimes I'm nervous too." I laugh, being relieved when she starts laughing too. Okay we definitely still need to work a lot on her self-image and confidence... which I'll have enough time for as her husband-to-be. If she says yes. Oh Gio, what have you gotten yourself into?

"Gio?" Faye asks. "Are you okay? You look... I don't know... worried?" 

"I'm nervous as heck." I laugh. "I mean I'm going to- I mean... going to do this speech, crap I mean-"

"Gio, calm down." Faye laughs. "You're nervous because it's the last show for now and I'm in the audience? You don't need to. Hey all those people in the audience are here because of you... well and Aljaž and Gorka. But they'll love you no matter if you're talking nonsense."

If she only knew. What's more heartwarming however is the fact how she's so encouraging. I wish she would see her own worth and not just the worth in others. Her confidence got knocked down and I really wish I could help her. Whenever she's having one of her fragile moments, it's just heartbreaking to witness. 

"Gio? I, uh, I'll take my place now, okay?" Faye asks shyly. "Good luck, my beautiful man." 

I kiss her cheek, hugging her for a long while. "I love you, my sweet little puppet. I love you so much, I can't describe." 

She smiles back slightly emotional. "Enjoy the show, you'll be fantastic." 

As soon as she's out of sight I take a look at the beautiful ring I bought weeks ago. I just hope she's going to say yes. Fair enough, we really love each other... we want to get married. I just hope I'm not seeming like wanting to rush into marriage and things. Oh dear, this woman really managed to make me less confident - in the best way however. I'm so crazy in love and can't wait to call her my wife one day. 

Screw what people say about our age gap. Screw what people say about calling me a womaniser. They can keep calling me like this if it means I'm going to get married to my true love.