The Summer that changed my life forever...

Brok: I walked out. "Alright. I'm here. Let's head on over," I said, offering her a hand.

Dakota:
the first to hold my hand
His words from earlier, about Fiona, echoed in my head.
I gave him a high five, playing dumb and said "Yeah, let's head over." We left.

(nooo!)

Brok: I smiled and led her out of the jet and into the Fanta Center backstage area.

Dakota: I tried to shove Fiona thoughts to the back of my mind. Tonight was Brok's night, his concert night. Well, one of his /many/ concert nights. But I was here for this one, so wasn't that kind of special?

Brok: I smiled at Dakota. "Hey, you're wearing your ribbon again."

(isn't it early for you to be on? :o

Dakota: I touched the ribbon in my hair and smiled slightly. "Yeah. I wore it for you, since you liked it so much last time."

(nope, it unblocks at 4:30 now!)

Brok: I grinned. "Well, it looks awesome. You look really nice, dear."

(YAY )

Dakota: I laughed. "Dear? But thanks."

(xD)

Brok: I laughed. "Darling. Sweetie. Babe. Dakota. Synonymous words."

Dakota: I smiled. "That's cute."

Brok: "Oh yeah," I said. "Cutie," I said, smiling and giving her a quick kiss.

Dakota: I rolled my eyes. "Then you go back to being weird-slash-gay Brok."

Brok: "You don't like being called cute?" I asked, frowning. "Doesn't calling you cute prove I'm not gay?"

Dakota: I laughed. " 'CutIE' seems a littttttle gay."

Brok: I sighed. "Fine. How else can I call you cute?"

Dakota: "Let's not worry about something like that right now, silly. Don't you have to get anything else ready for the concert?"

Brok: "Oh yeah," I said. "Right. I saved you a seat in the front row, by the way. We can go there now if you want."

Dakota: I shrugged. "Okay."

Brok: "We can go on stage first if you want. I'll take a picture of you playing my drums."

Dakota: I laughed. "/Pretending/ to play them, you mean." I followed him.

Brok: "Same thing," I said, grinning. The others were already on stage because they had to tune. I loved playing drums since I could be late. "Alright, up we go," I said when we reached the stairs.

Dakota: We went up the stairs....

Brok: Gah, stupid lights. "Cover your eyes!" I advised her as we walked up on stage.

Dakota: I did as he said and covered my eyes.

Brok: I shielded mine and led her over to the drum set. "Alright. Sit down and strike your pose."