"Jerry why don't you ever play me a song like that!" The redhead exclaimed, looking over at her producer, Jerry Kennedy, as the up tempo music filled the room.

Jerry looked at Reba shocked. "Would you record a song like that?"

"Yeah! That could be my first number one record!" Her eyes lit up, a smile sprawling across her face.

"Come on Reba." He ran a hand through his dark hair. "This isn't you."

"Exactly!" Jerry i'm the 'Queen of Waltzes' this would help me out big time!"

He sighed. "What is it you're getting at?"

"I want this song."

Jerry pursed his lips, tapping his pen against the table as Reba sat in her seat anxiously. He finally nodded and the redhead broke out into a grin. "Alright." He agreed. "I'll give you this one."

Reba let out a small squeal and he quickly cut her off. "But. This id a one time thing. If it goes well, we'll take it from there."

She nodded her head enthusiastically. "It will. Thank you so much Jerry, you won't regret this." She looked at him determined.

"I'm already starting to." He'd already switched his attention from her, focusing on the files in front of him. "We'll record on Wednesday. Now get."

Reba couldn't contain her grin as she left the room, practically skipping down the hall as she made her way to the front entrance of the building.

...

"Hey."

Reba smiled at her husband as she entered the motel room, slipping off her coat. "Hi." She grinned excitedly at him.

Charlie raised an eyebrow at his wife's eccentric attitude. "Why are you so happy?"

"Baby I got good news." She sat down next to him at the foot of the queen bed, placing her hand on his knee.

"Did the recordin go well?"

"Well we didn't record, we-"

"You didn't record?" Charlie cut her off. "Reba that's the only reason we drove all the way here to Nashville."

"Baby just listen to me." She placed a gentle hand on his cheek before he could get too worked up. "We're gonna have to stay for a couple more days."

"Reba-"

"Just listen." It was her turn to cut him off. "I found a new song, and i'm gonna record it on Wednesday."

"What do you mean a new song?" He pulled her hand away from his face, standing up and walking away from her disgruntled. "You said we'd be here no more than three days. I want to go home."

"I know, but this is a great opportunity for me!"

Reba sighed seeing his mood wasn't changing. She stood up, gently pushing him down into the nearest chair, settling herself on his lap. "Baby I want to go home just as bad as you do." She spoke softly. "But this song could really help me out."

Charlie reluctantly wrapped his arms around her waist, softening just a bit as he felt her fingers delicately trailing up and down his arm. "You didn't even consult me on this."

"It was a in the moment situation. Jerry was gonna give the song to somebody else, I had to act quick." The frown remained on his face, making Reba do so as well. "Charlie, this song is perfect for me. It's upbeat, and fun, and completely different from what i've been doin. I really think it will give me the push i need to get to the top."

Charlie sighed, looking up into his wife's hopeful eyes. "Fine, but we leave as soon as you're done recordin it."

Reba smiled. "Deal." She leaned down and kissed him, her heart pounding with excitement.

...

"Well this time ain't no different, no sun up in the sky, sittin' on the back porch clouds are rollin by uh-huh. Oh, this is where it oughta rain."

Jerry bobbed his head along to the music, watching as Reba sang in the booth. He turned to Charlie who stood besides him, nodding in satisfaction. "I wasn't too sure about this, but i think it could be a big hit."

Charlie nodded his approval, crossing his arms. "It's a good song for her."

Jerry focused his attention back on the redhead, her vocals blending with the song perfectly. "I think this could be the one."

"The one what?"

"Charlie if this song goes well, I think she has a real shot at making it big."

Charlie stuffed his hands in his pocket, raising an eyebrow. "Do you really believe that?"

"If this works out, then yes."

Charlie turned back towards the booth's window, starring intently at his wife as she finished up the last verse. "Well i'll be damned."

"You wanna hurt me but it's just no use, I can't even get the blues.