It begins on a music course. She is a
singer, he is a drummer. They are a pair of beautiful weirdos with the world at
their feet. There’s something there. A potential spark. They’ve no clue what a
wonderful thing they’re getting themselves into.
Over time they grow closer and closer and
closer still. They play their relationship down, having secret adventures in
Camden. Laughing together. Falling in love. He asks her out on the underground
and plays guitar to see her smile. They are young, happy, and utterly besotted.
Fast forward. He’s living with her. The
struggles of a single mattress and a bedroom spilling over with glitter and heels
and girlish dreams only make them stronger. Sometimes things are good,
sometimes things are bad. Whatever happens they hold each other’s hands and
together create their very own wonderland. There is music, and colour, and all
is well.
It’s September, and it’s nearly midnight
at Trafalgar Square. They’ve a bus to catch. He’s pulling her in the wrong
direction. She resists. He insists. They’re at the top of the stairs now, the
beautiful weirdos with the world at the feet.
He asks her to marry him. She says no.
He goes down on one knee and asks again.
She says yes.
Now the beautiful weirdos are so much
more. She’s the sugar to his tea, he’s the marmalade to her toast. And the
future has never been brighter.
