CHAPTER 10
TYLER
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Jessica pulled another paper out of the bag (A/N: I know for a while I was saying hat but I reread the story and saw I started with bag. So I'm going back to that. Sorry) She looked at the little slip of paper in her hand and called out into the microphone "Tyler! Tyler get on up here!"
Tyler walked up onto the stage and picked his song. When I heard the beginning of the song I started to laugh. "What is it Bella?" Edward asked in my ear. "Honky tonk Badonkadonk." I said between laughs. "I just can't picture Tyler singing Trace Adkins." And yet sing he did.
"Turn it up
some
Alright boys, this is her favorite song
You know that
right
So, if we play it good and loud
She might get up and
dance again
Ooh, she put her beer down
Here she comes
Here
she comes
Left left left right left
Whoo"
"You" Edward whispered in my ear. "You do something to these poor overly hormonal boys that all they can do is sing songs and think about you. Why do you tempt them so much?" I giggled. "Ask yourself the same question Edward" was all I said.
"Husslers
shootin' eight ball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn
near 10 ft. tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all
Ol' T.W.'s
girlfriend done
slapped him outta his chair
Poor ole boy, it
ain't his fault
It's so hard not to stare
At that honky tonk
badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing
along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut
my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the
Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how'd she even
get them
britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
Aww son"Now
he looked over to where Jessica and Laure, his girlfriend, were
standing.
"Now Honey, you
can't blame her
For what her mama gave her
It ain't right to
hate her
For workin' that money-maker"
My jaw dropped as Edward growled low in my ear. "My God" I said to Edward. "I cant believe he said that."
"Band shuts
down at two
But we're hangin' out till three
We hate to see her
go
But love to watch her leave
With that honky tonk
badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing
along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut
my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the
Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how'd she even
get them
britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Ooh, that's what
I'm talkin'
bout right there, honey"
"Just bear in mind
that it's the song lyrics. That its not all about you." He
kissed my cheek. "Only I am allowed to think about you all the
time." I blushed. He just chuckled. "Don't be embarrassed
love." "We don't care about the drinkin' That honky tonk badonkadonk
Barely
listen to the band
Our hands, they start a shakin'
When she
gets the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody crazy
You think you
fell in love
Boys, you better keep your distance
You can look
but you can't touch
That honkey tonk badonkadonk
Keepin'
perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like
Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There
outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy,
how'd she even
get them britches on
That honky tonk
badonkadonk
Yeah, that honky
tonk badonkadonk
That's it, right
there
boys, that's why we do
what we do
It ain't for the
money, it
ain't for the glory, it
ain't for the free
whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk"
Everyone clapped when Tyler finished his song. Edward's arms just tightened around me as Jessica went back onstage to pick another name.
A/N: WHO'S NAME IS COMING OUT OF THE BAG NEXT? LET ME KNOW. OH! AND SHOULD JAKE MAKE A SURPRISE APPEARANCE?