He was Singing our Song

Chapter 8: Change of Plans

Two weeks passed rather quickly and the date we had set to get married was fast approaching. I hadn't seen much of Tye since the night of the engagement party, he was busy getting his music together for the big audition and I was busy with all the wedding planning, and mom was loving every minute of it. Dad had cleaned off a spot near the creek where Tye and I had spent so many moments together, just me and him. They hung battery operated fairy lights from the trees, dad built an arch and mom decorated with morning glory vine and laced in a variety of colors of day lilies. We sat old hay bales covered in burlap around the arch for people to set on and the forecast for the day looked like it was going to be perfect. My dreams were finally coming true.

"Hello darling," Tye's voice carried through the phone as I answered.

"Hi," I breathed out. It was so good to hear his voice. We might have not got to see each other much, but he never missed a chance to call at least once a day.

"Baby, are you busy?"

"No, just putting the finishing touches on the wedding, then off to bed, I have to pick my dress up tomorrow." It wasn't going to be a big fancy dress, but something perfect for me, simple, western style and white.

"Come outside." The phone clicked and I looked at it with a frown. Grabbing my shoes, I jumped the stairs two at a time until I was standing at the front door with shaking hands. I didn't waste a second pulling it open only to reveal my handsome man standing there with a smile and a single red rose. Before I had a chance to register, he was standing there, his arm was around me pulling me into a life altering kiss. He pulled away gently smiling down at me, "There's my baby."

"Tye what are you doing here? I thought you had rehearsal tonight."

He took my hand and led me to the porch swing pulling me down next to him. "I did, but I had to see you." He looked down at his hands as he played with his fingers, and I could clearly see something was bothering him.

"What's wrong?" I asked, taking his hand in mine.

He finally let a deep breath out and turned to me, "They moved the audition up."

"What? When?"

"Day after tomorrow."

I turned loose of his hand and jumped to my feet placing my hands on my hips and glaring down at him, "That's when we are getting married."

"I know."

"You know? What's that supposed to mean?" I was trying to hold my temper in, but I was failing miserably, I was angry.

"Baby, I am sorry. But why don't we just run off and get married. We can leave right after the audition. We can start our lives together the same day, just me and you."

A part of me really wanted to say yes, I did, but then I thought about my mom and dad, they had worked so hard for this, and they deserved to see their only little girl get married. This was as much for them as it was for me. It would break their hearts if they didn't get to see this and be apart of it. It would break my heart if I didn't get to have my daddy walk me down the aisle or my mom do my hair and make-up. "No, I am willing to give you everything but not this, I want to take our vows here in front of my family, I want to have that, that's all, I will never ask for anything else, but this I want." I pleaded; I could feel the tears welling up deep in my eyes.

"Lizzy, honey, you know what this audition means for me. I may never get another opportunity like this, and you know that we leave on tour the day after that." He tried to reach for me, and I stepped back, "Please Lizzy, I can't do this without you."

"I am sorry," I took a deep breath, "I love you Tyler Macon, and I am willing to give you the world, do whatever you ask, but I can't do this, I am probably being childish and selfish, but of everything we are facing together, this is all I want, this is all I am asking for." I turned to walk away, and his arms wrapped around me pulling me back against him, I couldn't help the flood of tears that rolled down my cheeks.

He placed his hand in my pocket and kissed my cheek, "Baby, I understand I do, and I want to spend the rest of my life loving only you. I hope that you will come to me, I know I am also being selfish, but I promise if you show up, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you." He squeezed me tightly and I felt his own tears gently fall on my shoulder. "I love you Lizzy Anderson, please say yes."

"I can't," that was my last words as I untangled myself from his arms and ran into my house slamming the door behind me, finally allowing my legs to give out as I slumped against the door and cried myself into oblivion, listening to his truck fire up and pull away from my house.

The morning sun crept through the windows earlier than I was ready for it to. My head was busting, and my heart was threatening to burst from my chest as every moment of last night flooded through my mind once again. Mom and dad tried to talk to me all day and I refused to open the door and see them, I refused to believe that this was all happening, my phone was turned off and for one day I let myself believe it was all going to be okay, it was all going to be fine. Tomorrow would come and this would all be a bad dream; I would wake up and marry the love of my life. I spent the entire day locked in my room, I didn't eat, I didn't change, I only cried and wallowed in my own self-pity.

The sun was just beginning to set, and I could see the reds and oranges illuminating my room, when I heard a knock on the door. "Sweetheart, please open the door, you have been locked in here since night before last." I jumped up at my mother's words.

"Night before last," I screamed as I opened the door only to see my mother's sweet smiling face.

"Sweetheart it's Saturday." She whispered.

No that's not possible, Tye was just here yesterday. "What time is it?"

"It's nearly seven."

I fell back into my bed and the tears welled up again. How did time go by so quickly, I don't even remember a whole day passing by? "I messed up mom." She took a seat next to me, and I sucked it up like a big girl and explained everything to her. When I was done, she held me while more tears fell from my eyes freely. "What do I do?"

She patted my back, "Honey I would love to see you marry the love of your life, but at the end of the day when this is all said and done, it's just you and him, what do you want?"

"Him." Was all I could choke out.

"Then go for it." And she was right, I had to, I couldn't walk away like that, he wanted to marry me, but he had also worked his whole life for his career, I couldn't take that away from him. "If you leave now, you can be there before midnight." She kissed my head and left my room, left me sitting in the middle of my bed wiping the tears.

I grabbed my phone and turned it on only to see twenty or more missed calls and a hundred text messages. All from him, all telling me he loved me, he would wait for me, and that was all I needed to get my butt off the bed and chase my destiny.