They Tell Me You Can Smell Them a Mile Away.

As I'm writing this, I'm also printing out my recently finished short story: "What Would Kelly Do?" For some reason, I'm just now wondering about the appropriate capitalization. (Should 'Would' and 'Do' be capitalized?) HOWEVER--
I'm thinking it doesn't matter since it's a play on the WWJD ancronym and this would help emphasize it.
It's a story of two girls, Kelly and Angie. They're best friends, but Angie harbors this secret jealousy-- The sort of jealousy that blosoms into hate. ie: I hate her for being so perfect. The irony of this is, Kelly is far from perfect. She's a bubble head. And Angie's desire to follow Kelly's template puts her in a less than desirable situation. I'll leave it at that because this thing might--No-- This thing WILL be published, and I don't want to spoil the ending for you when you read it in Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine where they'll pay me $0.75 a word. It's a 3,453 word story. The math is beyond me at the moment, but I'm certain it won't hurt anything. Plus, I'll be HUGELY famous.

No sir, it doesn't cost a thing to dream.
But pride does go before a fall. So I'll stop there before I can't fit my head through the door to post this outstanding piece of suspense fiction.