This chapter is kinda cheesy, but bear with me. LOL

Sansa wondered what Jon would think of her getup for the performance. It had taken some time, but thanks to a little thing called the internet, the costume department had been able to find an almost exact replica of Madonna's "Like a Virgin" costume from her 80s MTV music awards performance. She had the white lacy bustier, the white poofy taffeta skirt, the white heels and veil, and even the iconic Boy Toy belt.

She was nervous how the show would go, and even more nervous that Jon and Margaery would be in the audience waiting for her performance. She didn't want to make a fool out of herself. Jon had spent the whole day sending her text messages telling her loved her and couldn't wait to see her performance. She'd teased him that he just couldn't wait until afterwards when they left for the hotel.

No, Sansa, he'd replied. I am truly excited to see your performance tonight. You have an incredible voice and you have worked so hard for this. You are my girl, and I'm proud of you.

As she pulled on her white lace gloves and then pulled on her black bracelets, she focused on breathing. She checked the bow on the top of her head and when it was time for her to go on, she felt as though she'd stepped outside her body.

The crowd cheered when she walked out onto the stage and Sansa stepped up to the mic and said, "Thank you. I'd like to dedicate this song to my boyfriend Jon. I love you, baby."

And then the swell of the music came and Sansa belted out her song just as she'd practiced.

"Swaying room as the music starts
Strangers making the most of the dark
Two by two their bodies become one

I see you through the smoky air
Can't you feel the weight of my stare
You're so close but still a world away
What I'm dying to say, is that

I'm crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss
I'm crazy for you, crazy for you

Trying hard to control my heart
I walk over to where you are
Eye to eye we need no words at all

Slowly now we begin to move
Every breath I'm deeper into you
Soon we two are standing still in time
If you read my mind, you'll see

I'm crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss
you'll feel it in my because

I'm crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss
I'm crazy for you, crazy for you

It's all brand new, I'm crazy for you
And you know it's true
I'm crazy, crazy for you…"

The crowd erupted and Sansa waved and blew kisses and walked off stage as though on a cloud. When she got backstage, her friend Jeyne hugged her excitedly. "Oh my God, Sansa, your voice was so amazing!" Jeyne exclaimed.

"Was it? I can't even remember singing," Sansa said with a half astonished and half nervous laugh. "Did I get that note there that I kept struggling with…?"

"Nailed it."

Sansa beamed, found a place to sit, and practically collapsed with relief and joy and the feeling of success.

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Margaery nudged Jon with her elbow as Sansa walked off the stage. "Are you crying?"

Jon discreetly wiped a tear away. "I'm not crying. You're crying."

Margaery laughed. "Oh my God, Jon, you are such a sap."

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The rest of the show went by in a blur and thankfully there wasn't much left after she was done. She was on a cloud nine that she'd nailed her performance, but she was eager to get the rest of the night. She wanted to see Jon.

As soon as it was time to take their bows, Sansa was itching to get out of her costume. She scoured the audience looking for Jon and Margaery, but couldn't find them in the sea of faces. When they were done, she practically ran off the stage so she could change.

And there they were. Margaery ran to her first and threw her arms around her. "I'm going to be your manager," she blurted out. "When you become famous, I get dibs on being your manager, okay? Fuck film. I want to manage you."

Sansa laughed. "Okay."

And then Jon was there, holding out a bouquet of red roses to her. Sansa buried her face in them and beamed at him. "Hey," she greeted him.

Jon took the flowers from her and handed them to Margaery. He then took her in his arms, holding her as though she was precious cargo. "I am so proud of you," he said hoarsely. "My God, Sansa."

"Thank you," she said shyly.

"Jon cried," Margaery said.

Sansa pulled back and looked at him. "You cried?"

Jon shot Margaery a glare and then sighed and looked at Sansa. "I might have…gotten a little teary. You told that entire audience you loved me. You dedicated your song to me…"

"I thought about you every time I sang it."

"You're gonna make him cry again," Margaery said.

"Margaery, isn't your date in the hall waiting for you?" Jon said pointedly.

Margaery laughed and handed Sansa her roses before kissing her on the cheek. She then patted Jon on the head and left.

Jon frowned and tugged on her belt. He looked at her. "Boy toy?"

"I was going for the full Madonna effect."

"So you'll never wear this belt again?"

She laughed. "No, probably not."

"I mean, kudos for nailing her look and all, but some asshat behind me made some comment about he'd like you to be his toy and I almost punched him."

Sansa kissed him sweetly. "My hero. So, I'm going to change…"

Jon cleared his throat and nodded. "I'll meet you in the hall?"

She nodded. "Can we grab something quick to eat on the way to the hotel 'cause I'm starving?"

"Of course."

Sansa kissed him quickly, handed him her flowers, and then hurried to the bathroom. One adventure down. One more to go. It was a toss-up which one she had been more nervous about.

However, she was excited too. She was so lucky that the man she loved was also her best friend. That he was going to be her first seemed absolutely right.

After changing into pedal pushers, sandals, and a strappy tank top that would be easy to whip off her later, Sansa met Jon in the hall.

He looked nervous, too, which Sansa found both odd and endearing. When she asked him why he was nervous considering he'd done this before he said, "Because this is my first time with you. I want it to be perfect for you."

"It will be," she assured him. "I'm with you." She took her flowers from him. "Ready?"

He held out his hand and she took it with a smile. The next adventure was about to commence…