We'll make the clock stop, make your heart drop.
I had a dream that I was on the Boys Like Girls concert. I had a banner with me that says '
MARTIN BENNETT JOHNSON, WILL YOU MARRY ME?' Mid-'Love Drunk', Martin actually took notice. Next thing I knew, he got off the stage, through the sea of fans, wrapped his arm around my neck, and with the mic in his hand, he asked, "What's your name?" "Sophee," I swallowed hard. And with his twisted smile that I would pick over a hundred Edward Cullens, he said:
"You're not Sophee anymore, babe. You're Mrs. Johnson now."
That's how badly I wanna see BLG. To a point where I'll daydream and my heart thumps along to John's drumbeat. I'm still waiting for my tickets to fall from the sky.
Seriously. I'm desperate. I want those tickets bad.
Current mood: Bored
Listening to: She's Got A Boyfriend Now - Boys Like Girls
