Note - there has been significant revision of past chapters - i.e. adding more stuff to. So. Don't take what I've posted over the last month to be the final say. There was another final say, but this is probably doomed to the closet until I can bear to look at it again.
Now, they were on their third album and second tour, and they were only getting better. This concert was huge, because it was essentially a homecoming - this was the first arena they'd performed in, as an opening group, and plus, they got to go to sleep in their own beds for a night or two.
Morgan smiled up at Cale, whose keyboards were set up more or less in front of us. He crossed his eyes at her. Rhiannon and Thomas tuned up quick, and then she went forward and grabbed the mic. Rhia was definitely the leader on stage, being the guitarist, lone woman, and biggest personality force. It was always fun watching her take over the stage, which is what she proceeded to do.
The first song, after the requisite stage chatter, was /Hello and What's Your Name?/, a song that Andrew claimed he'd written about me. Which was sweet, but made listening to Thomas and Rhiannon singing it a little awkward. Adorable, but awkward. Then they played a rotation of crowd favorites, including /Silver City Falls/, my personal favorite.
The concert lasted a good hour and a half, with no new song to be heard. It wasn't that I minded the songs, but I wanted to hear the new one. Morgan was beginning to look actually frustrated by the continued lack of newness. But finally, the last song of the concert was heralded by Rhia stepping back, and Cale speaking into his microphone.
"So we said that a new song was going to be revealed tonight, and there is. This next song was my baby, I'll admit. It was written a couple years ago, when I was coming out of a bad spot. I'd found out some life-changing news, and someone was there for me when I found out. I'd been wrong, and she forgave me. This song is dedicated to Morgan Hart, the love of my life."
The audience roared. Morgan appeared on the screen behind the band, smiling and looking adorably awkward and radiantly happy. Then the screen flicked back to showing Cale, who started playing a slow piano ballad.
It was beautiful, about undying love and endless forgiveness. I don't think there was a dry eye left in the house by the end of the song. Then, to the surprise of all, except for Jim and the band, who looked self-satisfied to the nth degree, Cale came around from behind his keyboard and got down on one knee, on the edge of the stage, just in front of Morgan. She was actively crying now. "I wrote that for you," he said. "Will you marry me?"
I was looking at her now, and saw her nod, unable to even make sound. Two members of security appeared from nowhere and escorted her onto the stage, where Cale, still kneeling, slipped a sparkling ring onto her finger.
It was amazing. I'd never seen anything like it. My jealousy of the spectacle was exceeded only by my happiness for her. If anyone deserved that kind of happiness, it was her.
The audience was screaming, applauding, being as freaking noisy as possible. It was perfect.
The after party was insane. I wasn't exactly feeling like having a drink, but plenty of other people were. Morgan and Cale were flushed and happy together, holding hands all the time and periodically becoming absorbed into each other to the point where it took physical contact to bring them out of it. I think they were congratulated more times than it was physically possible to count. Andrew pulled out his phone at one point, and told us that #CongratsCale was trending on Twitter. That was a surreal moment, hearing that. There are certain things that simply don't sound like they could happen. This was one of them. It was a happy ending.
I've run out of words to say and now I'm giving myself some padding just in case the thing changes it.
Let not my love be called idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Therefore my verse to constancy confined,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
Fair, kind, and true, is all my argument,
Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words;
And in this change is my invention spent,
Three themes in one, which wondrous scope affords.
Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone,
Which three till now, never kept seat in one.
Hello and What's Your Name
T: Have you ever met the kind of girl who just steals your breath away
R: Or seen a guy you need to know, but only met today
Both: I just saw that person there, and really, it's okay
I just need to learn to go up to them and say
Hello and what's your name
I didn't catch it when you came in
You've caught my eye, you seem shy
I want to talk to you but
don't know where to begin
R: He's standing across the room from me
T: She's standing by the bar
How do I go over there?
R: It just seems so so far
Both: I know that if I spoke to them my life would be complete
But I can't find the words to say, i can't move my feet
Hello and what's your name
I didn't catch it when you came in
You've caught my eye, you seem shy
I want to talk to you but
don't know where to begin
T: She's bored and all alone, she's heading for the door.
R: I can't take the tension, I need to get away
But now he's coming over, and so I say
T (over and with R): I go over to her, and so I say
Hello and what's your name
I didn't catch it when you came in
You've caught my eye, you seem shy
I want to talk to you but
don't know where to begin
Hello and what's your name
I didn't catch it when you came in
You've caught my eye, you seem shy
I want to talk to you but
don't know where to begin
Silver City Falls
Cale: Silver City Falls, a little river town
Prides itself on propriety,
Everyone knows everyone around
If you do something wrong, someone'll see
Silver City Falls, a little river town
Knows too much, the people see all
Even the best citizens go down
And one day, one day, Silver City's gonna fall
You better not fall in love
Unless everybody agrees
Because you'll need God's help from above
Or you'll be forced to elope overseas
Silver City Falls, a little river town
Knows too much, the people see all
Even the best citizens go down
And one day, one day, Silver City's gonna fall
Mary Hancock, daughter of the pastor
Fell in love with Tommy Hill
You've never seen a couple leave town faster
Than when her father said they'd go to hell
Silver City Falls, a little river town
Knows too much, the people see all
Even the best citizens go down
And one day, one day, Silver City's gonna fall
etc
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