“I have another song for us to play for the festival.”
“What’s it called?” Ian asked.
“One Song,”
Ian stared at me for one second then he shrugged it off. “Who’s the composer?”
“I wrote it.”
Ian looked at me again. “When did you write it?”
“Last night.”
He just stared at me with a cryptic expression.
“Is that ok?” I asked wearily.
Ian snapped out of his trance. “Of course,” he said grinning, “is it good?”
“You’ll love it.” I exclaimed. Ian paused in thought.

***

“Where are we going?!” I asked excitedly.
“You’ll see.” I could sense the smile in his voice. This was stupid, Ian had kidnapped me from my house, blindfolded me and now I have no idea where I am! And the worst part was… I was in a mini black dress with high heels! (Don’t ask, it was my sister’s idea to wear this on my first date.)
“Ian Suther, I demand that you tell me where we are going!”
“Go ahead and take it off,” he laughed. I quickly did as he instructed. Ian was dressed in a suit and tie. “Like it?” he asked
“You look handsome.”
“You look very beautiful.” Ian responded. Then he laughed at my blush. “Come on, let’s go inside. I realized we were in the school parking lot. The “Back to School” dance! I have completely forgotten.