The roar of the Paris crowd echoed through the sold-out stadium, lights flashing like stars as Ellie stood center stage, her guitar slung across her shoulder, sweat glistening on her brow, and her eyes locked right on you.

You had no idea what was coming.

Dressed in designer from head to toe—Ellie wouldn’t have it any other way—you stood near the edge of the stage, still in awe of how far she’d come. The girl who sang you a love song at prom was now one of the most famous artists in the world. And yet, somehow, when she looked at you, it was still like you were the only person in the room.

“Hey,” Ellie said into the mic, her voice soft but steady, the crowd beginning to quiet. “There’s someone real special here tonight. You’ve been with me since the start—since high school, when I could barely play three chords without messing up,” she grinned, and the audience laughed gently. “You believed in me before anyone else did. Before the record deals, before the world tours. When all I had was a dream and a second-hand guitar.”

Dina appeared beside you, grinning wide as she gently guided you to a chair that had been placed on stage. “Sit,” she whispered, clearly in on whatever this was.

You were blushing under the stadium lights, overwhelmed as Ellie adjusted her mic and started strumming a song you’d never heard before. The melody was slow, aching and sweet. Her voice trembled at first, but then soared, carrying every word straight into your heart:

🎵 “You were my first stage, my first sound / My safe place when the world spun around / I owe every note, every stage, every fight / To the one who stayed through every night…” 🎵

By the end, you had tears in your eyes. The crowd did too.

Then Ellie stepped away from the mic. The guitar came off. The music faded.

And she dropped to one knee.

The stadium exploded in screams.

In her hand was a ring—sparkling, stunning, expensive as hell, probably custom-made. But all you could see was Ellie. Nervous, but smiling that same smile she gave you when you cried on prom night, when she held your hand and said “We’ve got this, always.”

“You’ve had my heart since high school,” Ellie said, voice raw, her other hand trembling. “Now I wanna give you my forever. Will you marry me?”

You could barely breathe. The world blurred from your tears. But your answer was clear, loud, and heard around the world:

“Yes!”

She slid the ring onto your finger, stood up, and kissed you in front of thousands—again. The crowd roared. Dina tackled you both in a hug. Jesse yelled, “About time!” from the drum kit.

And the headlines the next day?

“Ellie Williams Gets Engaged Onstage in Paris — Fans Declare: Still Couple Goals.”

Just like prom night. Just like always.