Please make it right. Don't break my heart. Don't let it end, dear friend.
It was the night before the last day of performing at the burlesque theatre. Louise and the girls had gone back to the hotel already, with Rose and Herbie trailing behind them. They were talking of what they were going to do the next day after the girls finished the performance. Herbie wasn't so sure that she'd stay true to her promise, that she'd marry him. "Herbie, I promised I'd marry you, didn't I? There's nothing to worry about. I'll marry you."
He rolled his eyes. "And you'll keep that promise?"
She stopped and faced him, looking him straight in the eyes. "I love you too much to go back on that promise. If I do, you can shoot me for it."
He sighed as she continued on toward the hotel. He caught up with her after a second and pinned her against the brick wall of the building they were in front of. "Rose, you have to marry me tomorrow. I've suffered through this much with you and the girls and I don't want it all that wasted tomorrow because you broke one promise. You can't break my heart tomorrow because you broke one promise. I don't want our friendship ended on the last day of the run because you didn't keep one little promise.
"If you break that promise you made me years ago, I will never forgive myself for having stayed with you this long. I stayed with you because I'm in love with you, and if you want to throw everything we have away, that's no concern of mine. Just keep in mind that neither one of us will ever forgive ourselves for this relationship if you end it tomorrow."
He kissed her deeply, then started off toward the hotel, not daring to look back. Rose stayed where she was, thinking on what he'd said to her. She closed her eyes, her head resting against the building, as she realized how much she meant to him and how badly it would hurt him if she called off their wedding tomorrow. "You're right, Herbie," she whispered. "I'll never forgive myself for hurting you." She started after him, but didn't take her time until she saw that he'd stopped, evidently hearing her heels on the pavement echoing off the walls. As she reached him, she said, "I'm sorry, Herbie. I'm sorry I've been so inconsiderate and ungrateful. It's just that I never got a chance to be a star."
"And that's show business, Rose. It's unfair."
She laughed. "You know I love you, right?" she asked, looking up at him.
He nodded. "I know, Rosie. I know. And I love you."
She grinned. "Come on. We have to get back to the hotel. Louise and the girls are probably worried sick about us."
He smiled, pressing a kiss to her lips one last time that night, and the two of them walked back to the hotel that housed a worried-sick Louise and a worried group of girls.