A/N My inspiration for this story stems from the song "Luckenback Texas" by Waylon Jennings but with my own special twist :) I hope you enjoy it (Disclaimer: I'm only going to say this once but it applies to the whole story so listen closely; I don't own Phineas or Ferb or any of the many country song I'm sure will be involved in the making of this story. Duh.) Moving on, here's the story!
Prologue Get the guitars, I have an idea!
Phineas has never hated anything before and now he hates everything. He hated the marble floors and unnecessarily tall white walls of his house. He hated sipping tea from tiny fragile cups and wearing a suit. Mostly, though, he hated his success. He and Ferb owned and operated the largest architectural corporation in the world. Well, Ferb owned and operated the worlds largest architectural corporation in the world anyway. Phineas was more of the front man. He determined how they would present themselves to the public, organized press meetings and he has final say on product advertisements but he never got his hands dirty the way Ferb did. Still, it came with a heft paycheck, no one would complain about. Except Phineas. He didn't want the money. He didn't like how it had changed him. He never cared about appearances before now. When he was young he would have been sickened by the very idea of living alone, in a white, cold, marble house. Yet, here he was. Sipping tea and reading the paper in his spotless living room. He looked up from not only his paper but also his life and looked around. He didn't want any of this. At this point in his life he had expected to be successful, sure, but he also expected to have a wife to share it with and maybe a few kids to make a mess every once in a while. Phineas started to mourn all the things he gave up. Family, hobbies, friends, he couldn't even remember the last time he had shared a drink or a good laugh with one of his friends. The thing he missed most though, was music. His childhood had been full of singing and guitar strumming. He played guitar before he rode a bike, it was part of him. Now, he had guitars, of course, but expensive ones. Ones who lost value if you looked at them the wrong way. He missed his old yellow electric. It was old and scratched but everything he loved as a child. Phineas, still wearing a sharp grey suit and black tie, located the attic. He pushed a ladder under the opening and crawled up it into the dusty hole. He didn't have long before work started but if he could just find it, maybe he could focus today. As soon as he saw the faded yellow plastic he knew that wouldn't happen. A new idea planted itself into his brain as he pulled the old guitar from its cobwebs. Ideas have always had a way of manifesting themselves quickly in Phineas's mind. It never took him long to put, even the smallest of ideas, into action and this idea was anything but small. It seemed such a great idea, so perfect, it must work. No way it couldn't. He slung the guitar over his shoulder, ran to his room, threw a few clothes into a suitcase and rushed to his car. He wasn't heading to work though, he was headed to the train station. He bought a ticket to the first train to leave that morning, not even caring enough to look at the location until he was settled in his seat. He pulled the ticket from his pocket and read the location out loud.
"Luckenbach, Texas."
A/N Okay, so I wrote this chapter AFTER I wrote the first chapter because you needed some background, the next chapter is where the real story line starts XD Yeah, that wasn't even the real story! Review please!