“My Darling Greta, I have been longing for this moment,” Fernando said, standing behind Greta and gripping her tightly by her arms.
“Oh Fernando,” Greta said, her head turned so she could look deeply into his eyes. “I know how much you’ve been looking forward to this night, my sweet man. I, too, have been eagerly awaiting this. More than words can express.”
“You make my heart sing, my darling,” Fernando said. “When the spotlight shines on us tonight, together you and I will show the doubters that they were wrong about us. That we can overcome adversity and prove that we have what it takes.”
“Anything, my love,” Greta said, a small tear escaping from her eye and running down her porcelain cheek.
“When the music starts, my darling, we will dance the Flamenco together as it has never been danced before,” Fernando said.
Greta pulled away from Fernando. “Thank you, but I don’t think I can do that,” she said. “I am too overcome with emotions to remember the steps. I’m sorry, my love.”
“But Greta, my darling,” Fernando said. “I know you can do it. All you need to do is follow the birds.”
“The birds?” Greta said. “Oh my darling Fernando, I think the LSD you took earlier is starting to kick in.”
This silliness is for three of Teresa’s (aka, The Haunted Wordsmith) Prompts: