Eight Years Too Late For Regret
Language: en
The Callahan family was set to announce my departure in exactly one week. This concert, and specifically the fan-request segment, was the final chance I was giving us. My hand was shoved deep into my pocket, fingers white-knuckled around a velvet ring box. It was a pre-arranged signal with the event organizers: as soon as the song request ended, the lights would stay on us, and I would ask her to marry me. The spotlight danced across the crowd, flickering between me and Lauren before finally locking onto us. In my earpiece, my best friend Mike’s voice crackled with frantic excitement. "The…