Alright, it's not really a date-date, you know... a date. I asked one of my bestest and closest friends in the world to Prom. Not THE bestest of best friend, Sarah (we're literally inseperable), but one of my bestest friends. She deserves to go to Prom. She has gone through so much heartbreak and let down lately, she honestly deserves it. And besides, we have a BALL whenever we're together. We couldn't honestly talk hours on the phone talking about the dumbest things and never get bored. I'm so incredibly blessed to have her in my life as someone I can always run to. I mean, come on, she was my Millie and Ado Annie when I was in Thoroughly Modern Millie and Oklahoma. We kindof always play opposite each other... every time. We dated when I was a freshman.... baaaaah let's not re-live the days of braces and acne. We both have said it a million times- we are SO much better as friends. That's what we're meant to be.
Okay, so I realize some people think it's yucky and gross to do the whole "I'm-going-to-ask-you-to-Prom-and-be-cute-about-it act", but I did it. SO. It was right around our call time for Birdie yesterday and I was on stage pre-setting Act I and she was getting things together in the audience. I told her to sit down because I was going to put on a little show for her. She gave me the classic "Okay? What's he doing this time?" face and sat down. I sang Tonight from West Side Story only I replaced the lyrics to have me sing out the question. We both love love love West Side Story and that one song in paticular, so I thought it be the perfect way. She said yes, by the way (if you didn't catch that earlier).
from that dancer guy to you,
Tony
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