A/N sorry it's late :)
"Why were you snogging that groupie?" I screamed.
"Snogging her?" Jimmy screamed back. "I was not!"
"Your face was about half an inch away from hers!"
"That doesn't mean anything, Rosalind . Use your eyes every so often, huh?"
I glared at my boyfriend of four years, Jimmy Page, the guitarist for Led Zeppelin. Though we loved each other with all our hearts, we fought like wildcats. We trusted each other, but sometimes it wasn't enough.
Like tonight.
Before I could reply to Jimmy, however, Robert Plant appeared backstage, his torso all sweaty.
"Jim," he said, "sorry for bothering the fighting session, but they want an encore out there."
Jimmy hesitated, glancing at Me ; as much as she bothered him, as much as he hated fighting with her, he still loved her and wanted to work this out.
"Go," I said sternly. "It doesn't even matter to me anymore."
Jimmy blew out a soft breath, ran his fingers through his tousled black hair, and followed Robert back to the stage.
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"And as we wind on down the road/Our shadows taller than our soul/There walks a lady we all know/Who shines white light and wants to show/How everything still turns to gold/And if you listen very hard/The truth will come to you at last/When all are one and one is all/To be a rock and not to roll." Robert Plant's lonely moan filled the London auditorium; everyone screamed along with the lyrics to "Stairway to Heaven". I was standing in the front row, sighed softly, watching Jimmy. He had his guitar slung so low that he nearly had to double over to reach the strings. As he flicked out the final notes, he lifted his head, flipped his hair out of his eyes, and grinned at me.
When Robert let the microphone drop down to his side, Jimmy dashed over and grabbed it. "Can I get Rosalind Y/L/N up on this stage, please?" he yelled, causing the crowd to roar.
Face flushed, partially with embarrassment and partially with pleasure, I got up on the stage with a bodyguard's help and walked over to her boyfriend.
"What are you doing?" I hissed once I was up on stage.
"You'll see," he replied. He slung his arm around my shoulder and dragged me to the center of the stage.
"This," he explained to the frenetic crowd, "is my lovely girl, Rosalind Y/L/N. She and I have been together for four years, and I love her way more than she knows." He squeezed my shoulder gently , smiling against my will, wondering what was coming.
Jimmy bent over so that his dark hair was hiding his face from the crowd. Staring Me directly in the eyes, face more serious than she'd seen it in a long time, Jimmy spoke directly into the microphone:
"Rosalind my love, will you marry me?"
I bit down on my lower lip to keep from bursting into tears. I cannot believe I accused him of snogging a groupie, I thought, embarrassed.
Then I leaned over and pressed my mouth against Jimmy's. "Yes," i replied, speaking into the microphone as well. "I will."
As his face broke out into a grin and he dropped the mic so he could sweep me into his arms and make out with me in front of the screaming crowd, I thought, no, Jimmy, you were wrong; I know exactly how much you love me. Because I love you just as much.
