Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

Reg laughs with us and begins the song from the beginning. This time Spencer sort of knows the words and sings to me as he holds me in his arms.

Be anyone I want to be,

But it is us I see.

There is nobody else on earth tonight.

Only him.

The chorus rings out again and he begins to bop once more.

I throw my head back and laugh, unable to stop myself from joining in. He looks utterly ridiculous in that dinosaur hat, yet he’s the happiest I’ve ever seen him. His huge smile is infectious. I glance over to see the boys are laughing out loud at the spectacle we are making of ourselves.

Spencer spins me around the entire dance floor. “Be anyone I want to be!” he sings to me. “But it is us I see… and I cannot believe I’m falling.” The song begins to wind down and he pulls me close. Our lips touch and he dips me back.

“You know what else I’m going to do one day, angel?” he whispers.

“What?” I smile up at him.

His eyes hold mine. “Marry you.”

My heart stops.

“What?” I whisper.

The chorus kicks in again, and Spencer kisses me quickly, pulling me up to bop around, once more.

“Jump!” he cries.

This isn’t even a song you can jump around to. It’s a ballad, and I begin to laugh so hard that I can hardly stand. He begins to dance like he’s crazy, jumping from side to side with his hands in the air like he’s at a rock concert. This is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. I laugh so hard I have to rest my hands on my knees to hold myself up.

The song finishes, and we both clap with our hands in the air.

“Bravo, bravo.”

I laugh as I continue clapping.

“Brilliant, mate,” Spencer cries in excitement. “Best fucking song ever.”

Reg laughs and shakes his head at the lunatic in the bright green dinosaur cap. “You’re hectic, man.”

I’m laughing when Spencer drags me from the dance floor and signals to the door to the boys.

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“We need to go home.” He turns and puts the dinosaur hat on my head. “That dream song made me horny.”

“You’re always horny.”

He turns and takes me into his arms. “I’m

only horny for my dreamcatcher.”

I smile up at him and my heart swells. He could say the word potato and I would find it romantic.

“I love you.” He smiles down at me.

“I love you more.” I run my hands through his hair.