“So I guess tonight I just want to say thank you,” Elliot continued. “Not to the people who laughed at me. To the people who didn’t.” He turned to face me. “And especially to Olivia. She’s never treated me like I was someone to be embarrassed by.”
I took his hand and smiled at him.
Elliot looked out at the crowd one last time. “I’m exactly the same person I was before all of you heard this speech; the only difference is now you’re paying attention.”
Then he handed the microphone back.
For half a second, nobody moved.
Then the applause exploded.
Elliot looked out at the crowd one last time.
And suddenly I realized Elliot was crying a little too.
Mrs. Parker leaned toward the DJ booth.
“Play the music,” she ordered.
The slow song began again.
Then she smiled at Elliot and me. “I believe these two were in the middle of a dance.”
The crowd parted instinctively as Elliot turned toward me.
“You still want to leave?” he asked softly.
“I believe these two were in the middle of a dance.”
I looked around the room.
At the students refusing to meet our eyes.
At the freshmen Elliot had tutored, who were still applauding.
At the people who were finally seeing Elliot for who he really was.
Then I looked back at him.
“No,” I said.
