Author's Note: Three sentence-ish AU fic written for the prompt 'country music' over on Tumblr.


"Who the hell do you think you are, singing my song at my concert," Regina hisses as soon as Emma makes it off stage, the crowd still screaming her name, the way they used to when Regina would perform that song.

Emma shrugs out of the tight hold, waving off August while nodding to the band to take their places for the encore, "Last I checked, Regina, it was our concert - co-headliners, remember? - and I just figured that someone should sing your good music, since apparently you don't want to anymore."

"How dare -" Regina gears up for a rant, but Emma just turns on her boot and heads back towards the stage, calling "Sorry, but I've got thirty thousand screaming fans to entertain" over her shoulder.