[ WP ] Turn a well known songs lyrics into a short story

The balloons started to break free before I was ready. We'd planned for so long, choosing all the colours so carefully, timing the release so perfectly. We would walk down from the platform arm in arm, down the aisle through the gathered crowd while the balloons floated up around us. 
 
 Perhaps there were too many or we had n't tied them tight enough but all through our vows they were unwinding and shooting upwards, like they were celebrating too. The canvas began to tilt, and the plastic sheeting on the ground was lifting, and suddenly they were all gone and everyone was scrambling out of the way as anything not weighted down was pulled skyward. 
 
 We're sitting on top of the collapsed platform, holding hands, laughing while the photographer tries to get pictures of the gazebo roof lifting off and soaring to space on the top of a thousand coloured globes. He's not looking where he's going, and backs into the lake. The camera's probably ruined, all the photographs gone, but you know what? It's fine, I'm just fine. 
 
 We look up. The disappearing trailing undulating ribbons like upside-down grass. I've forgotten what it was like to worry. My mother is grabbing at my dress to keep it out of the mud, crying because'*it's not right it was n't time look at them all the whole roof! why are they clapping what's going to happen! stop laughing it is n't funny oh my god your dress*' and I do n't care, by the way - 
 
 because I'm *happy*.
