Prompt asked by middleclassaunty on Tumblr, "when the lights go down at a concert," part of a prompt list I made out of a list I found of the different flavours of frozen yogurts we can find in a menu in 1x05 of The Good Place.
Jake and Amy are standing in the middle of a highly packed and loud crowd, (not so) patiently waiting for the lights to go down, and the concert they're attending to finally start. Jake insisted they come early so that they could claim good places inside the venue, and though it's true they have a pretty fine overview of the stage from where they stand, his new wife can't help but wonder if leaving their apartment in the middle of the afternoon and taking a whole day off work for this was really necessary. The detective seems happy, though, she can tell from the way his eyes keep looking around the place in pure awe, like a child taking in all the sights there are to see during a first trip to Disneyland, a bright, big smile lighting up his features, or the way he speaks, in a fast, excited voice and this is all that matters. After all, they're here for him; for his birthday.
"How did you do it?" her husband asks Amy, his shining gaze finally fixing on hers, still can't quite believing he is really here, in The Garden, about to assist to a concert by his favourite artist on this special day, when he thought he blew up his chance of ever seeing her again all those years ago, when he was sentenced to a lifetime of not being allowed within 500 feet of her.
"I have a few friends," the woman answers with a mysterious, secret grin.
He wants to know more, is about to plead for more details, opening his mouth to speak again, but all of a sudden her figure disappears from his view as all the lights around them go down at once and plunge the whole venue into complete darkness. Jake gasps instead then, his heart stopping for a full second, and it seems like everyone around him is doing the same, as silence fills the room and realisation hits them all in the same wave: the show's about to begin.
It doesn't last long, though, since soon enough there's noise again, louder than before, some deafening cheers and Tay-lor, Tay-lor, Tay-lor chanted in unison and hyping her up to come on stage. Amy hears more than watches her husband yell his happiness and impatience for the concert to start in an almost manic way at the top of his lungs along with the crowd, and though she's not quite as excited as the rest of the fans here about the event – she's mainly doing this for Jake –, she soon finds herself joining in, the man's enthusiasm quite contagious, smiling when he turns around and stares at her, his sparkling eyes and bright grin enough to light up the entire dark room.
"Happy birthday, babe," she pulls herself closer to him so that he can hear her before the artist eventually appears in front of them and he'll be too caught up in the moment to pay attention to anything else than the stage. As an answer, he searches for her hand, squeezing gently between his knuckles when he finds it.
"Thank you for doing this. I love you."
After that, Jake leans over to press a soft peck on his wife's lips, and for lack of seeing it – though she's starting to get used to the surrounding darkness, able to make out his figure next to her now – she can feel his beam through his kiss, matching her own. They linger into it for a few more seconds, not caring about the packed crowd around as they can't (and won't, anyway, with their eyes stuck in front of them towards the stage not to miss Taylor's entrance) notice them until they're interrupted by some light coming back little by little, announcing the artist's upcoming arrival.
"And I love you too, Taylor!" he surprises Amy by suddenly drawing himself away from their embrace, putting his whole attention back on the stage when the singer eventually comes in.
A light chuckle escapes the sergeant's throat as she shakes her head and watches the man next to her scream the lyrics of the song Taylor Swift immediately started singing, his body moving in rhythm with the music, and her heart warms up in her chest at the sight of her happy, thrilled husband.
(She's a bit ashamed when later that night, while curled up in bed once the concert is over, Jake rambles about his favourite artist's amazing performances and her wonderful staging of the show and asks Amy what she liked best about it, because the truth is, for the whole time she couldn't take her eyes off of him.
He was her best part of the night – seeing how joyful her gift made him.)