(Dianne's POV)
"Hello, little one. How's the show going?"
"I'm good. Listen..." He breathed out, shakily. "I'm gonna do this right, I'll show you I'm not moving, wherever you go, I won't be far to follow."
"Are you drunk?"
"No, no. Oh, I'm gonna love you so." Then it dawned on me what he was up to.
"You'll learn what I already know," I sang.
"I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me." I laughed.
"You can try, oh, but I..."
"I love you means you're never, ever, ever getting rid of me." I giggled.
"That was fun."
