Listen to Your Heart, a gypsy fanfic

I know there's something in the wake of your smile.
I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea.
You've built a love but that love falls apart.
Your little piece of heaven turns too dark.

From the moment we met, I knew there was something between us from your smile and how it made me feel. I knew that there was something just by how you looked at me. I guess I ruined the love you had for me when I told the manager that Louise would take the star spot, and I made my farewell to you then. I cut the lights of your sanctuary, your heaven, your spotlight.

Listen to your heart
when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart
there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going
and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before you tell him goodbye.

Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile.
The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea.
They're swept away and nothing is what is seems,
the feeling of belonging to your dreams.

Sometimes, I wondered if my love was worth suffering through an act that no one wanted to work on. The love that she shattered when she told the theater manager that Louise would take that spot. The moments we had - the moments that were just us, not us and the girls - were all taken from me when she did that, and I can only blame her for that.

And there are voices
that want to be heard.
So much to mention
but you can't find the words.
The scent of magic,
the beauty that's been
when love was wilder than the wind.

There was so much that I wanted to say before we were forced to say good-bye moments ago. I thought that I could still feel the magic, still see the beauty that was in our relationship. I guess that it disappeared at our forced goodbye, but I wish it were still here, that I was still near the one person I loved.

Listen to your heart, mm-mmmmmm

I don't know where you're going
and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before you tell him goodbye.

Before I know what I'm doing, I start running after him, tears coming to my eyes, and I send out a prayer that I can get to him before he leaves and beg his forgiveness. I hear Louise call my name and I pause for a second and say something in response, but I don't know what. I start after him again and catch him just before he exits the building and beg him not to leave, that we could tell the manager I had a change of heart, that Louise isn't going to do it. It's the last day of the run, I hear myself telling him repeatedly, tears now pouring from my eyes, and that we were supposed to get married after we were done here and that I'm sorry that I made him leave and sorry for everything else I've unintentionally done to him.

He sets his briefcase down after a moment and hugs me, saying he forgives me, but I've got to promise I won't do this again. I know what he means, and I promise – no, I swear – that I won't do it ever again for as long as we're together, as long as I'm alive, and that the two of us and Louise are going to be a family. As we walk back to Louise's dressing room, I remember the day we found out June left, Herbie had said the same thing to me. I look up at him and see the grin on his face – I must have told him and not realized it, or else he remembered too.