Kraroke Night Chapter 2: Singles Part 2, a twilight fanfic

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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or the songs.

EPOV (Emmett)

I had just got done singing that song, I mean I love that song, but it's just not for me to sing and I knew that.

Maybe Alice will let me sing a different song hmm....

I pulled a name out of the hat and looked at it before reading it out loud.

"Carlisle," I smiled. He sighed and stood up while I sat back down next to Rosalie. Carlisle picked a song out of the hat and he muttered something. Edward chuckled a little and whispered in Bella's ear so low that I couldn't hear. Then she laughed. He set it up and as the music started he sang.

I turned on the evening news,
saw an old man being interviewed.
Turning a hundred and two today.
Asked him what's the secret to life?
He looked up from his old pipe,
laughed and said 'all I can say is.'

I started laughing as I recognized the song. It was so ironic, and I wasn't the only one laughing.

Don't blink.
Just like that you're six years old and
you take a nap, and you,
wake up and you're twenty-five and your
high school sweetheart becomes your wife.
Don't blink.
You just might miss your babies growing
like mine did.
Turning into mom's and dad's,
next thing you know your better half of fifty
years is there in bed,
and you're praying God takes you instead.
Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster
than you think.
So don't blink.

I was glued to my t.v.,
when looked like he looked at me and said,
'Best start putting first things first.
'Cause when your hour glass runs out of sand,
you can't flip it over and start again.
Take every breath God gives you for what
it's worth.'

So I've been tryin' to slow it down,
I've been tryin' to take it in.
In this here today gone tomorrow world
we're livin' in.

Turning into mom's and dad's,
next thing you know your better half of fifty
years is there in bed,
and you're praying God takes you instead.
Trust me friend a hundred years goes faster
than you think.
So don't blink.

No, don't blink.
Life goes faster than you think.

Everyone was still laughing at the songs ironicness (is that even a word!?) Carlisle huffed and chose a name out of the hat.

"Ok children settle down, it wasn't that funny. Edward you're up next." He regained his composure and picked out a song. He smiled at what he choose.

Well at least someone gets a good song. I thought and Edward chuckled a little bit more.

BPOV

Edward was smiling at the song he chose and I wondered what it was. It must be good. When the music started I almost squealed. I love the song. Then Edward started to sing and made the song even more better.

Just a girl born in Dixie,
washed in the blood.
And raised on the banks,
of the Mississippi mud.
She always had a thing about,
fallin' in love with a bad boy.

Yeah they could see it all comin',
but her daddy never dreamed,
she'd grow up that fast,
you know what I mean.
The way a girl get's,
when she turns seventeen.
Kinda crazy.

She's a rebel child and a,
preachers daughter.
She was baptized in dirty water.
Her mamma cried the first time
they caught her with me.
They knew they couldn't stop her.
She holds tight to me and the Bible,
on the back seat of my motorcycle.
Left her daddy standin' there preachin'
to the choir, you see.
God love her.
Oh me and God love her.

She kissed her mamma good-bye,
said 'I'll be sure 'n' phone ya'.
She called her from a truck stop in,
Tucson, Arizonia.
With amazing grace,
we made California alive.
And then my gypsy life,
started takin' it's toll and the fast lane
got empty, and and out of control.
And just like an Angel,
she saved my soul from the Devil.

Yeah she's a rebel child and a,
preachers daughter.
She was baptized in dirty water.
Her mamma cried the first time
they caught her with me.
They knew they couldn't stop her.
She holds tight to me and the Bible,
on the back seat of my motorcycle.
Left her daddy standin' there preachin'
to the choir, you see.
God love her.
Oh me and God love her.

Now she holds tight to me and the Bible,
on the back seat of my motorcycle.
Left her daddy standin' there preachin'
to the choir, you see.
God love her.
Oh me and God love her.

God love her.
Me and God love her.

When he was done he flashed me his famous crooked grin and I felt my cheeks heat up as I clapped. He made that song so perfect.

"Esme, you're next." Edward said and came to sit back down beside me. I wrapped my arms around him, and kissed his cheek.

"That was wonderful," I told him honestly, he just smiled at me. Then I heard the music start playing, I hadn't even realized Esme had gone up there already.

She was driving last Friday,
on her way to Cincinnati on a
snow white Christmas Eve.
Going home to see mamma
and her daddy with the baby
in the back seat.
Fifty miles to go and she was
running low on faith and gasoline.
It'd been a long hard year.

She had a lot on her mind,
and she didn't pay attention,
she was going way to fast.
Before she knew,
she was spinning on a thin
black sheet of glass.
She saw both their lives flash
before her eyes, she didn't even
have time to cry.
She was so scared.
She threw her hands up in the air.

Jesus take the wheel,
take it from my hands.
'Cause I can't do this on my own.
I'm a letting go so give me one
more chance,
to save me from this road I'm on.
Jesus take the wheel.

It was still getting colder,
when she made it to the shoulder,
and the car came to a stop.
She cried when she saw that baby
in the back seat,
sleeping like a rock.
And for the first time in a long time,
she bowed her head to pray,
She said 'I'm sorry for the way,
I've been livin' my life.
I know I've got to change,
so from now on tonight....'

Jesus take the wheel,
take it from my hands.
'Cause I can't do this on my own.
I'm a letting go so give me one
more chance,
to save me from this road I'm on.
Oh Jesus take the wheel.

Oh I'm a letting go so give me one
more chance,
to save me from this road I'm on.
From this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel.
Oh take it, take it, from me.
Oh....

I sat there and I could feel my mouth hanhing open so I quickly closed it. I was speechless I can tell you that. And this song really went with her personality, I think.

"Wow, Esme that was really good," I said when I finally found my voice.

"Thank you, dear." She smiled at me. "And only one person is left, Alice." She bounced out of her chair happily and picked a song. Once she was done she pressed play.

I love the way you wear those
worn out blue jeans,
walking all aournd in the big
sunshine.
Baby let me believe that you're
perfeact, at least for a little while.
You don't have to tell me what
you're thinkin',
you can keep all that to yourself.
Baby we got such a good thing
goin', don't show me that you're
someone else.

'Cause I'm acting as if this blue
sky's never gonna rain down on me.
I'm telling myself 'this true love's
never gonna leave me lonely.'
Unless there's something I've
missed, I'm acting as if.

We don't have to have that
conversation.
Baby don't you think it's goin' fine.
We don't need to send out invitations,
to tell that world that you're mine.

As if your sweet kiss is never
gonna fade away,
and the way you look at me,
will never change.

'Cause I love the way you wear those
worn out blue jeans,
walking all aournd in the big
sunshine.

'Cause I'm acting as if this blue
sky's never gonna rain down on me.
I'm telling myself 'this true love's
never gonna leave me lonely.'
I'm acting as if this blue sky's never
gonna rain down on me.
I'm telling myself 'this true love's
never gonna leave me lonely.'
Unless there's something I've
missed....
Unless there's something I've
missed, I'm acting as if.

Oo yeah.
Oh I'm acting as if.

We all clapped and I was silently being thankful that this was all over.

"Thank you guys very much. Now, who's ready for round two?" Darn that evil little pixie, but I could tell I wasn't the only on thinking that.

"Ok next is duets...." I groned Why me? Why me?

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How was that one?

The songs are:

Carlisle: Don't Blink by Kenny Chesney

Edward: God Love Her by Toby Keith

Esme: Jesus Take the Wheel by Carrie Underwood

Alice: As If by Sara Evans

Another random fact for ya: Napolean constructed his battle plans in a sandbox.

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