Rose smiled as she spun away, and all that Luka could think was that she looked absolutely beautiful in his colors. A black dress that went a little past her knees and hugged her body, and wasn't at all as revealing as the low cut tank tops that most of the other girls were wearing, nor as punk as the other girls made their outfits look. She stood out like a beacon of light or a rose among thorns.
Luka wasn't sure if he was just biased, because this was the girl that he was pretty sure that he was ready to marry, the girl that he carried a ring for in his pocket as he tried to find the right words to say even when nothing would come out.
She wore a dark blue bracelet on her wrist and though it was a rubber one that she'd just bought at the concert, it was a shade of blue that his band was already starting to associate themselves with, and around her neck glittered an onyx necklace that Juleka had helped him pick out for her a little over a year ago. 'Don't worry. She's not as sunshine and rainbows as she seems all the time. She'll love you regardless of how dark or how many scars you feel like you have. She's put up with me all these years, and I don't keep just anyone around.'
Luka hadn't pointed out that the ring on his sister's finger then and that was still there, three months away from her wedding, was from a supermodel that tended to bring cheer whereever he went. He didn't bother telling his sister that she genuinely preferred to be near more happy or upbeat people, but then again, he probably didn't have to tell her that. She surely knew.
Rose looked stunning and didn't at all match the rockers in the room other than the colors that she'd chosen to wear, and Luka wondered what drew her to him, what drew her to this crowd, to knowing every single song that they'd play by heart, cover or not. She was a mystery that everyday only grew more beautiful and had more sides to her personality than he would have expected when she first came by their house to hang out with Juleka when they were kids, than when she used to ask him out of all the people to scare away the monsters that she swore she saw in the room before she'd go to sleep.
Luka wasn't sure how throughout all of these years that she still looked at him as if he were her hero, her protector, but he wasn't going to let that slip away as through every weakness of his, she still found someone that she could look up to. She used to tell everyone back in school about how strong and 'beautiful' her boyfriend was, and even now her opinion didn't change of that except she hopefully would call him handsome instead.
Rose came here to see Luka play, but she also came out of a love for the music that Luka played that he'd never expected of her when she was younger. For as upbeat, positive, and happy as she seemed, she loved rock music and alternate and even the bands that were considered emo. She never seemed to care that when most people saw her, they expected her to like happy songs and pop music and to never ever find herself singing or even humming along to an alternative song with a rap at the beginning of it.
Rose was so happy and so, so beautiful, and Luka wasn't sure if he'd manage to play a single song tonight that he poured all of his feelings into for her without almost stuttering or stammering or even crying, but he'd try to hold his own for his sake, but looking out at her and knowing that she was wearing his colors for him still made his heart fill up with joy.
Something as simple as her support still stunned him and yet his love for her only grew and in the middle of getting ready to play, his hand brushed that box in his pocket with the ring for her, and he made his mission to change things up tonight, just a little, and finally, ask her the question that plagued him day and night and hope for the best.