Page 142 of One Night

"I've gotta go." Dylan gets up. "I'll see you after the show."

He leaves, and a few minutes later, the guys appear on stage, girls screaming their names. Hearing girls yell for Dylan should make me jealous, and it used to, but now it doesn't because I know he's mine.

The guys play their regular set, saving Dylan's songs for last. Girls are screaming One Night, begging the band to play it, and when I hear the first notes, I get so nervous I feel like I might be sick. But then I see Dylan looking at me with those big brown eyes and I start to relax. Soon I get lost in the song, lost in the sound of his voice, and it isn't until the very end that I notice people staring at me.

Do they know? Do they know I'm the girl in the song? I can't tell. Some of them look like they know but others seem unsure.

I glance away from them and look back at the stage when I hear Dylan's voice through the speakers.

"We've got a surprise for you guys tonight," he says to the crowd. "It's a new song I wrote called One Week. It's a follow up to One Night. I hope you like it."

He plays the first notes and everyone quiets down. The lyrics describe how a letter showed up at his doorstep. How he knew it was from me before he even opened it. The song continues, describing that first week we were together, and the feelings we had when we saw each other again. The music is slow but has a lighter, more hopeful sound than One Night, which was dark and moody.

The chorus plays and I hear the girls next to me quietly humming along because the chorus is similar to One Night, which Dylan intentionally did to link the two songs together.

Dylan's eyes are on me as he sings the chorus. One week. I was with her. One week. Couldn't get enough of her. One week. And she was mine. One week. I have her back.

He looks out at the crowd as the song continues, glancing at me during certain parts.

At the very end, he focuses solely on me and walks off the stage to where I'm sitting.

One week, he sings, and I have her back. He stands in front of me and takes my hand as he sings the last line, I have her back.

He pulls me up from my chair and kisses me and the crowd goes crazy, clapping and whistling and yelling, "That's her!"

Our secret is out. Everyone knows Dylan and I shared a night together.

One night. A night we would never forget, and that we never thought would be anything more.

One night. That's all it was supposed to be.

One night. And yet it changed our lives.

One night. The night I met my prince.

One night. The start of my forever.

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