I DO NOT OWN MCL
SORRY IF THIS OFFENDS
Chapter 12:
2 WEEKS LATER
Castiel's POV
I left Sweet Amouris last week.
It feels weird saying it but it must be jitters.
Deborah and I are in a hotel with her drummer right now, his names Diggy. Good dude.
I sighed as I plopped unto the lumpy hotel bed. Deborah was able to get a better room than us, figures, but I didn't really care. This is my dream.
There was a knock and the door opened. Diggy.
"Hey, whats up?" I asked trying to be friendly.
"I... I have a qustion." he wasn't focused well.
"Want a soda? I got different kinds." I offered.
"Do you have root beer?" he asked as memories flooded into my head.
"Root beer is good. There shouldn't be another reason."
"Yeah." I handed him a can.
He laughed, "I used to watch this Y-Tube channel. Girl was always drinking root beer. She wmade good music, for a country singer."
"Yeah... Mine Music..."
"You OK?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. You wanted to ask me something?"
"Oh, uh... Wanna order some pizza?"
"Sure."
That wasn't his question.
There was another knock after Diggy got off the phone. Deborah strolled right in.
"Hey guys." she smiled warmly. "Guess what? Steven just called. Theres this sort of mash up with different bands and we got chosen!" she squealed in delight.
"Who are we paired with?" Diggy asked. Deborah shrugged.
"I don't know. There's gonna be a female duet. Wanna order some pizza to celerate?" she asked.
"Already done." Diggy chimed.
As soon as I climbed out of the car I knew something was wrong.
There was a stage, there were lights, people. I was't right.
"I can't wait to meet this girl!" Deborah squealed.
We walked backstage and ran into Steven.
"Hi guys! I hope your excited. This is a huge opportunity! Wait right in there, I'll get them." he rushed off leaving us to go to a lounge room.
It was occupied.
"What are you doing here?" she asked as soon as she saw our faces.
"We're meeting another band were soloing with." Deborah explained.
"Oh, you're already in here! Castiel, Deborah, Diggy, meet; Thelma, Louise, Victor, Beatrice and Ellie! I'll leave you a moment to get to know each other.
Ellie's POV
"Hi, I'm Diggy!" a blonde smiled, looking different from the rest of the room.
"Hi..." I greeted awkwordly.
"Look, lets forget the past and move on with our lives." Deborah suggested. There was silence.
"How about we admit our wrongs before we forget them?" Beatrice asked glareing at Deborah.
"B..." I warned. I grabbed my guitar.
"I can't do this." I lft without another word.
"Whats wronge Elle?" Troy asked as he caught me.
"Don't call me that! I can't do this with them..."
"With who? The other band?" I nodded. Try grabbed my hand and led me to a closet. He shut the door and turned on the lights.
"Look, I understand what happened. Please though... I'll do anything." he begged.
"I..." I was silenced as he pressed his lips against mine. My eyes widened and I beat on his cheast, his iron grip grabbed my wrists. In one last attempt, I kneed him where the sun don't shine.
He left go and reached for his crouch doubleing over in pain.
"Don't ever, EVER, do that again." I left quickly.
"Hey, there you are! Wheres Troy? I was supposed to find you two." Deborah's manager bombarded.
"Troy's gonna be a minute. I let he lead me to the lounge. I glared at the the other band, besides Diggy, he hasn't proved to be an idiot. Yet.
After a moment, Troy came in. He was stiff and almost waddleing. I snorted but covered my mouth and faked a cough. He didn't look at me, neither did I.
"Well, whats the problum?" Troy asked in a strained voice.
"Are you OK?" Beatrice asked.
"He'll learn." I told her. Understanding flushed over her face. The group tried to hide their laughter.
"Anyway, we have a concert tonight. One night. Just pretend for on night." Steven begged.
"Ok." Deborah said bluntly. All eyes were on me.
"Fine..."
"Good."
"Deborah's band went on first. We were supposed to join then have the stage for ourselves.
"I'd like to welcome a friend of mine to simg the next song with me. Give it up for 'Mine Music'!" Deborah shouted. Thunderous appluase and shouting was heard a grabbed a mic.
This is going to be a long night.
"Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clapping
Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen"
Our voices sounded fairly well together. I went on stage to start my part. I place my mic in it's stand.
"Pulled up to the church but I got so nervous
Had to back it on up, couldn't make it to the service
Grabbed all the cash underneath my mattress
Got a real good feelin' something bad about to happen"
Then it was Deborah.
"Ran into a girl in a pretty white dress
Rolled down a window, where you heading to next?
Said I'm heading to the bar with my money out the mattress
Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen…"
It was then I realised I was in a white dress. Shit.
"Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clapping
Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen
Drinks keep coming, throw my head back laughing
Wake up in the morning' don't know what happened
Whoa… Something bad
Whoa… Something bad"
Seems her voice is on top. Not for long. Deborah again.
"Now me and that girl that I met on the street
We're rollin' down the road, down to New Orleans
Got a full tank of gas and the money out the mattress
Got a real good feelin' something bad about to happen"
"Bout to tear it up down in New Orleans
Just like a real-life Thelma & Louise
If the cops catch up, they're gonna call it Kidnapping
Got a real good feelin' something bad about to happen"
I pointed to the twins which got some shouts at the mention of their names.
"Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clapping
Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen
Drinks keep coming, throw my head back laughing
Wake up in the morning' don't know what happened
Whoa… Something bad
Whoa… Something bad
Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clapping
Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen
Now the drinks keep coming, throw my head back laughing
Wake up in the morning' don't know what happened
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whoa… Something bad
Whoa… Something bad"
It ended too slow for me singing with her.
"Hi guys! We just finished our tour and now we're here... So... Let's roll!" Whoos.
"We're gonna start with a popular song... For all you men out there who think they can kiss any girl you want and get away with it." I rolled my eyes. The music started.
"Well I wish I had some shoes on my two bare feet
And it's gettin' kinda cold in these painted on cut off jeans
I hate the way this bikini top chafes
Do I really have to wear it all day? (Yeah baby)
I hear you over there on your tailgate whistlin' [*whistle*]
Sayin', "Hey girl" "Hey Girl!"
But you know I ain't listenin'
Cause I got a name
And to you it ain't "pretty little thing", "honey" or "baby"
Yeah it's drivin' me red-red-red-red-red-red-red neck crazy"
Victor whistled and saif 'Hey girl" right after I sang it.
"Bein' the girl in a country song
How in the world did it go so wrong?
Like all we're good for
Is looking good for you and your friends on the weekend
Nothing more
We used to get a little respect
Now we're lucky if we even get
To climb up in your truck, keep my mouth shut and ride along
And be the girl in a country song
Well shakin' my moneymaker ain't ever made me a dime
And there ain't no sugar for you in this shaker of mine
Tell me one more time, "you gotta get you some of that"
Sure I'll slide on over, but you're gonna get slapped (Hah!)
These days it ain't easy being that
Girl in a country song
How in the world did it go so wrong?
Like all we're good for
Is looking good for you and your friends on the weekend
Nothing more
We used to get a little respect
Now we're lucky if we even get
To climb up in your truck, keep my mouth shut and ride along
And be the girl in a country song (Yeah, yeah baby)"
Beatrice started clapping. The crowd following suit.
"Aww no, Conway and George Strait
Never did it this way
Back in the old days
Aww y'all, we ain't a cliché
That ain't no way
To treat a lady"
The clapping stopped.
"Like a girl in a country song
How in the world did it go so wrong?
Like all we're good for
Is looking good for you and your friends on the weekend
Nothing more
We used to get a little respect
Now we're lucky if we even get
To climb up in your truck, keep my mouth shut and ride along
Down some old dirt road we don't even wanna be on
And be the girl in a country song
(Yeah Baby)"
"I ain't your tan legged juliet!" Thelma yelled.
"Can I put on some real clothes now?" Louise.
"Aww naw..." Beatrice ended.
After that we played a few mor songs. Only to be left with more time for one more.
"At this point... We're gonna try out a new song. This is a surprise for the band so... Bear with us." I turned aroung to some confused looks.
'Join in' I mouthed before grabbing my acoustic guitar.
I'm gonna regret this.
"He said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: "That's a lie.""
I felt Castiel's eyeson me. This is bad.
"Just a boy in a Chevy truck
That had a tendency of gettin' stuck
On backroads at night
And I was right there beside him all summer long
And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone
But when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me"
Thelma and Victor had already joined in.
"September saw a month of tears
And thankin' God that you weren't here
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed
Is a letter that you never read
From three summers back
It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet
And lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me"
I just confessed I cried when he left. Great.
"And I'm back for the first time since then
I'm standin' on your street
And there's a letter left on your doorstep
And the first thing that you'll read is:
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
Someday you'll turn your radio on
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
Oh, think of me
Mmmm
He said the way my blue eyes shine
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: "That's a lie""
Let's face it.
I am so dead.
