"He's anything you want him to be
Mr. Presto Chango Man
He can be sweet or sexy
Mr. Presto Chango Man
He can be the cause of your tears, or the one to wipe them away.
Mr. Presto Chango Man
He can be funny or solemn
Mr. Presto Chango Man
He can give you flowers or clothes and still make you happy
Mr. Presto Chango Man
He can make all of your dreams come true, or star in them
Mr. Presto Chango Man
And when you lose your way, he'll be there to find you, because he's
Mr. Presto Chango Man.
The man I'm with, when I close my eyes."
Gerrang looked into the crowd, after she sung that last note. She swiftly lifted her head up towards the heavens, and plucked a high chord on her guitar. "Oo-wee-oo!" She sang out in her sultry voice, but clearer than any bell, higher than any building and sharper than her senses.
She got up, shaking her wild head of dark bushy hair and said, "Thank you!" causing the grand applause to stop.
"I'd like to thank my band, first," she said, turning and waving to them. Silence, as the mass of people waited for her to continue.
"And," she paused. Every single person waited with baited breath, hoping she's thank her secret boyfriend, praying they'd been the first fans to know. "Thank you all!" she said, into her tiny headset microphone. She leaned over the stage, grabbing fan's hands as she walked along the edge, dodging the flying teddy bears, kittens, and roses.
She smiled at the crowd, showing her two rows of pearly white teeth, as she quietly scanned the crowd. After a few seconds, she found whom her search had been for. His tall, muscled frame, black clothes, and blonde hair was unmistakable, even in this crowd.
He was holding a sign over his head. It read: 'Gerrang', will you marry me?
The writing was blue, a thousand different pulsing shades. It looked like it was made by magic.
She smiled again at the crowd. "Yes…I think I will do an encore," she said, as the crowd went wild. She sat back down on her stool, laid her things down, picked up her guitar and began to play along with her band. She then, began to sing, once again.
Out in the crowd, the blond young man was smiling so hard his mouth would hurt for weeks; except for when they kiss.
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Disclaimer: I own the poem/song. Since it's HP fan fiction, you know who owns the rest.
A/N: This is the remix of "Mr. Presto Chango Man". Yes, I know I'm *so* good with titles! I'm sure, by now you know who the people were. Or at least, I hope you do…Read and review please! You know my usual blab, so be careful about flames!