Yeah, here's another short story I felt that I had to post. It is unrelated to any of my other stories.
Okay, fair warning: I don't actually know about Nashville from more than some internet sites, or anything about the people who live there. So, I'm making that stuff up, mostly. Sorry if I offend anyone...
I don't own Phineas and Ferb, but I do own Greg. And I don't own any of the songs I'm going to use!
Phineas pushed the doors open and walked into the club. He glanced around, but didn't see the man he was looking for.
"Ferb, are you sure this is the right club?"
Ferb, who had walked in behind him, shrugged. "They said the gig was here at three."
Phineas looked around for a clock. Up above the bar, he spotted one. "Looks like we're about twenty minutes early."
"That would explain it. What to get something to drink?"
With a nod from Phineas, the stepbrothers approached the bar. The bartender glanced up at them.
"What are ya, some kinda punks?" he asked in a heavy Southern accent.
Phineas laughed. "Nah. We're here to play the gig in about twenty minutes."
The bartender grinned. "In that case, drinks on the house. What can I get ya?"
"You have soda?"
The bartender nodded, slightly taken aback at the request from these two grown men.
"I'll have root beer, Ferb wants cherry."
With a nod, the bartender headed into the back.
Phineas and Ferb sat at the bar and looked over the club. While not a place they would have seen themselves when they were younger, it definitely wasn't a place they would be embarrassed to be seen in. It was, in fact, similar to a family restaurant, except the entertainment was live singers and dancers, karaoke, or an old-fashioned jukebox in the corner that was currently playing. That, and the music was all country.
Of course, it was obvious that the music would be country in Nashville, Tennessee. Especially in a club along Lower Broadway.
Phineas sighed. This may be their first big gig in a while, but Phineas had never truly been satisfied by becoming a member of a band. Even if it was the resurrected Phineas and the Ferb-Tones
He still wasn't sure what had made it come to this. Maybe it was when Ms. Garcia-Shapiro had remarried and moved away, taking Isabella with her. Maybe it had been that their parents had moved not three months later, making Phineas and Ferb leave all their friends from Danville. Maybe it had been when Isabella's stepfather had made Isabella stop calling the boys, leaving them utterly alone.
Sure, they had made new friends, but their new friends were not as close as their previous friends had been. The only one who was that good a friend was Greg, the third member of the band. Greg was a dreamer, one who had always wanted to be a country singer. When Phineas had eventually mentioned PFT, he had flipped, figuratively and literally, at the fact that his two newest friends had a band.
So, when the boys had finally graduated from high school, instead of going to college like everyone had expected, they had reformed PFT, which was just Phineas, Ferb, and Greg, and hit the road.
At first, the novelty of the band had kept them going. The band preformed numerous songs of varying styles, although none of their original songs took off.
But then, all at once, no one was interested in PFT. It was like a switch had been thrown, and the trio was no longer acceptable.
Finally, after the last of their travel money had gotten them to Tennessee in a country-wide search to find a job, they had landed a job in Nashville.
But Greg wasn't here.
"Here you go. One root beer and one cherry soda."
Phineas lost his train of thought as the bartender pushed the drinks towards the brothers.
Just as Phineas raised his glass to his mouth, the door to the club opened and Greg walked in.
Greg was about the average guy. Brown hair, not too long, but not too short, and blue eyes. He wasn't overly muscular, but not scrawny either. The kind of face you tend to forget. Just average.
Until he got close.
That's when people usually wonder why he didn't get involved in basketball. Greg was a good six feet, five inches tall.
"You guys here already?" he asked, sitting down next to Ferb.
"Dude, you know you're nearly late," Phineas retorted.
"Well, I would have been her sooner but-"
"Another girl shoot you down?"
Greg laughed. "Nah, she just blew me off. Acted interested until I asked her for her number. She laughed and walked off."
Ferb snorted. "When will you learn?"
"Never," he chuckled shamelessly. "Anyway, after that, I had to head back to the apartment to grab my guitar."
Phineas grinned. "Well, at least this girl didn't slap you. That would have made, what, forty-two?"
Greg lightly punch Phineas on the arm. "Something like that. I wouldn't have minded if she had, however. She was quite the looker. I haven't seen many woman who can pull off a pink country outfit lately, but, boy, she took it to the next level!"
Ferb chuckled. "Come on, Greg, focus. We have a gig in five minutes."
"Right," he said, standing up suddenly, "don't want to keep the ladies waiting."
Five minutes later, Greg was tapping on the microphone. "Alright, y'all. Ready for some country?"
A few whistles and shouts came from the crowd, but the majority of the patrons ignored them.
"Jeez, tough crowd," Greg muttered. He then raised his voice, "Well, we're Phineas and the Ferb-Tones, and we've got a treat for you tonight. Hit it!"
Ferb struck up the first few notes and the other two boys jumped in.
Phineas: Here we go!
Ferb: Yeah.
Phineas: Ha ha ha ha!
Greg: Oh man, you gotta watch where you're steppin' around here!
Yeah, I got a friend in New York City
He's never heard of Connway Twitty
Don't know nothing about grits and greens
Never been south of Queens
The patrons began to get quite and looked at the three men singing. Greg just grinned and kept going.
Greg: But he flew down here on a business trip
I took him honky tonkin' and that was it
He took to it like a pig to mud, like a cow to cud
Phineas, Ferb, and Greg: We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can't hide it
And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollering, Yee Haw!
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man you gotta admit that's in them genes
Ain't nothing wrong, just getting on your
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone
Many of the guys and a number of the women in the club stood up and gathered around the stage, cheering them on. Greg glanced back at Phineas and Ferb, grinning even wider than earlier.
Ferb: Aw, preach about hillbilly to 'em ladies!
Greg: Listen to this.
Nah, you ain't gotta be born out in the sticks
Greg and Ferb: With an F-150 and a thirty-aught-six,
Greg: Or have a bubba in the family tree
To get on down with me
Phineas: Yeah, bubba all you need is an open mind
If it fires you up you gotta let it shine
When it feels so right that it can't be wrong
Come on, come on, come on
You ain't alone!
Greg: You ain't alone!
Phineas, Ferb, and Greg: We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can't hide
And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollering,
The crowd joined in with the Yee Haw!
Phineas, Ferb, and Greg: When you see them pretty little country queens
Man you gotta admit that's in them genes
Ain't nothing wrong, just getting on your
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone
As Ferb rocked his guitar, Greg seemed to notice someone out in the crowd. Phineas watched him wink and nod his head in a direction, but he didn't notice who it was to.
However, he quickly returned his mind to the music.
Phineas: Come on y'all
Phineas, Ferb, and Greg: We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside
No matter where you from you just can't hide
And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws
You can't help but hollering, Yee Haw!
When you see them pretty little country queens
Man you gotta admit that's in them genes
Ain't nothing wrong, just getting on your
Hillbilly bone-ba-bone-ba-bone-bone
Hillbilly bone ba-bone ba-bone bone
Hillbilly bone ba-bone ba-bone bone
Hillbilly bone ba-bone ba-bone bone
Ferb: Well there it is
I've always wanted to sing the bone song
Greg: Ha ha ha ha
They wrapped up the song to a huge applause.
Phineas actually smiled. It reminded him of when they had been on the fast-track to stardom.
Of course, less than ten minutes later, the scene was exactly like the scene when they had entered. The only real difference was the occasional nod toward them.
"Well, Ferb, ready to head to the apartment?"
Ferb nodded.
The two looked at Greg, who shook his head. "I thought I saw someone earlier. I'll catch up to you guys."
Greg walked into the apartment only twenty minutes after them.
"So, you weren't hitting on another girl?" Ferb ribbed.
"Actually," Greg grinned, "I saw that girl from earlier today. She said she walked into the club during our number and couldn't wait to see us play tomorrow."
Phineas raised an eyebrow. "Tomorrow? But that was a onetime gig, wasn't it?"
Greg's grin widened. "That's what I said. Then, here's the best part, turns out she knew the owner and she got us a week's worth of performances, same pay every day!"
Ferb whistled.
"You can whistle that again," Phineas said deadpanned.
Ferb whistled again.
"So," Phineas continued, "You get this girl's name at least?"
Greg shook his head. "Nope. She said she'd give it to me tomorrow if we played as good as we did today."
"Really?" Ferb asked.
"Yep," Greg replied, "That, and a little extra. Which reminds me, I have a different song I want to play tomorrow."
"Okay," Phineas said, "Shoot."
So, how is it so far? Anyone want to take a guess at the next song?
I'll give you a hint: Trace Adkins sings it.
Also, anyone going to guess what happens with that one girl? She is going to play a rather large roll in the story.
So, review!