Hi guys sorry its been so long! I've been busy finishing my first year of college and I got wrapped up in my other fic Blended (go check it out). Anyway I hope you enjoy this update! Sorry for any error's.
Cupid's got a Shotgun- Carrie Underwood
"Hi, my name is Tara and I'm auditioning to be your back up singer" said the perky blonde. She took a deep breath and began to butchering Miranda Lambert's Automatic. Santana and Quinn jumped on horror, Finn and Puck tried their best to contain their laughter while Mercedes started at Tara like she was crazy. Mercedes slowly turned her head towards Santana and looked at her to make it stop. Santana raised her hand letting her inner Simon Cowell come out and stopped young Tara.
Tara abruptly stopped and smiled, "How was that?"
The five friends sat in silence looking at Tara as if she had four heads. Quinn suddenly decided to speak up, "How long have you been singing?"
"Since I was six" smiled Tara.
"And how old are you?" asked Mercedes.
"19 years old" grinned Tara. "Did you guys like it? Did I get the job?" she added really anxious.
"Umm and when you sing what do people usually say?" asked Santana star stuck by how clueless the young girl was.
"Oh they love it" she smiled letting her Tennessee accent flow heavy. "I sing to my Daddy every night" she added.
"Really?" remarked a confused Quinn.
"Lord have mercy" muttered Santana dropping the pen she was holding and bringing her right hand to her forehead.
"Tara, we will let you know" said Mercedes swiftly not wanting any of her friends, preferably Santana to not say the wrong thing.
"Thank you I appreciate this opportunity" smiled Tara.
"You looked great by the way, that top is just wow" said Puck looking at the teenager in a crop top.
"Ugh" grunted Quinn with disgust. "I have to call him my baby daddy" she added feeling slightly jealous.
Tara smiled and walked out the room. When she was gone Mercedes moaned and let her head hit the table that was in front of her. They had been having auditions all day to create Mercedes band. Mercedes expressed to Rayna that she wanted her band to be a part of her image. Mercedes wanted to be announced as "Mercedes and the fill in the bank band name". She figured they all could work on the band name once the band was together, but right now it was looking nearly impossible to have a band. Mercedes needed two more people to complete her band, she was in need of a miracle.
The door opened to the room the five friends were in and in came a petite Asian with long black hair. She was a little curvy and had a great smile. "Hi, I'm Tina Cohen-Chang and I'm a violinist." Tina picked up her violin and began going in on her instrument. Mercedes and her friends instantly perked up when Tina began to play and smiled. She was damn good violinist. When Tina was done she brought her violin down and looked at the five people in front of her.
"That was great!" exclaimed Mercedes.
"Really really great" clapped Finn.
"Tell us a little about yourself" said Mercedes wanting to know more.
"I'm 23 years old. I'm from California, ummm I'm single" said Tina running out of things to say at the end.
Mercedes and her friend giggled, "What brings you to Nashville if you're from Cali?" asked Mercedes.
"Honestly needed a change of scenario. I was born and raised their and needed something new. I love music, studied it in college, Nashville was recommended to me by and friend. She said it was a great city and I have yet to see one thing I don't like" replied Tina.
"Sounds great. Tina how would you like to be a part of my band?" asked Mercedes grinning at the end.
Tina did a little jump in place, "I'd love to thank you all so much" said Tina.
"Your actually are last person so why don't you meet Finn and Puck their part of the band, we're gonna do some recording later for the album" said Santana.
Tina nodded and went over to Finn and Puck all smiled. Mercedes band was coming together all she needed was one more person. Mercedes needed a guitarist or a bassist. Considering Puck could play both she needed someone who could play the guitar or the bass so her band could be complete.
"Juliette it is honestly not that hard, pick a name any name. All names are up for grabs" said Avery in a slightly frustrated tone. Juliette and Avery were in there home talking about baby names. The innocent question of "what name do you like?" was now boiling into an argument. Avery had suggested names but Juliette quickly shot them all down.
"This is her name Avery, it will follow her for the rest of her life. It's important. She can't have a name that's too old and she can't have a name that's too young" barked Juliette.
"How are names too young or too old?" asked Avery confused.
Juliette huffed, "We can't name her Allie because it juvenile for an 89 year old women to be named Allie. And we can't name her Diana because you can't possibly look at a two year old and say "Come here Diana" we might as well ask for her credit score while we're at it."
Avery rolled his eyes at his wife's antics. Some days he questioned why he married her, but then he would remember that she was the love of his life and no one could replace her. Sure, Juliette could be a pain in the ass but she was his pain in the ass.
"Avery I want a nice name. A name that rolls of your tongue, somethings we could possibly shorten if we wanted to. Something southern, something sweet" said Juliette in a clam voice while placing her hand on her baby bump. She was due and less than a month.
"How about Savannah?" asked Avery "We can all her Vannah for short" he added thinking of how well the name rolled off his tongue.
A small smile crept on Juliette's lips and she exhaled feeling revealed, "Vannah, your Daddy is a keeper after all" she said looking down at her stomach. Avery walked over to Juliette and wrapped his arms around her. He rested his forehead on hers and closed his eyes, "Savannah Juliette Barkley."
Juliette smiled, "Our Angel"
Elsewhere at Rayna James estate. Maddie sat in her bedroom researching on her white Mac laptop. Maddie opened a window and typed in Google. Once she was brought to the search engine she put her curser over the long rectangle and clicked inside of it so she could type. Maddie typed in "Liver Transplant from Family Member", she pressed enter and soon popped up the list of websites. She clicked on the first one that said "Liver Transplantation Producer John Hopkins Medicine." Maddie read the entire site and four more sites after that one. Ever since she found out Deacon had liver cancer she had this grey cloud over her head. Maddie's cloud almost went away when a liver had come to save the day from a donor, but the liver that was supposed to be his suddenly had tumors. Ever since that Maddie had gone back and forth on her choice whether or not to give her father her liver. He wasn't going to get her whole liver, only half. Liver were able to grow and if Maddie passed the test and was a match she wanted to give her father half her liver. Doing this wasn't going to be easy, her father was so adamant about receiving help she wasn't sure how she was going to tell. Maddie when back and forth in her head and realized that there was no point and telling her father and mother that she wanted to give the transplant she was going to have to find a way to go to the doctors and get tested herself. Maddie picked up her phone and called her boyfriend; Colt Wheeler.
"Hey Maddie, what's up?" answered Colt.
"Hey, listen I need you to tell your Dad were going on a date tomorrow afternoon and that you need the car service" replied Maddie.
"Okay, why?" he asked willing to do anything for his new and first girlfriend.
Maddie looked at her laptop that displayed information about a liver transplant, "Because I have a doctor's appointment no one can know about."
Mercedes sat in the studio rubbing her temples. She was working on her debut album and she was working on a song she wrote called 'Cupid's got a Shotgun' and the song was missing something. With Mercedes being stuck on the song for so long she aloud Finn, Puck, and Tina to record the music and send them off to lunch without her. To Mercedes it was missing the wow factor that would take it over the top and make it great. Mercedes listened to the track over and over with her producer, Artie and she couldn't figure out what the track was missing.
"We could had some piano?" suggested Artie trying to help.
"No, that's not it" whined Mercedes on the verge of giving up and pulling the track from the album.
Mercedes put her head down with defeat, hiding her face with her arms. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Artie looked at the door, "Come in" he yelled resulting in the door opening and revealing a dirty blonde haired man.
"Hey Artie, Hunter told me to tell you he's running late" said Sam.
"Oh shit, I didn't even realize the time" said Artie going over the session he had with Mercedes. "It's alright I guess, we're still working…or struggling I should say".
"Artie, maybe we should just pull the track" said Mercedes.
"No, the track is too good to pull, will find it" said Artie really wanting to keep the song. He had a feeling it was Grammy worthy.
"Do you guys need help?" asked Sam looking between Artie and the beautiful girl next to him.
"Ummm, sure maybe you can help us" said Artie pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
Sam smiled and took a seat in-between Mercedes and Artie, "What seems to be the problem?" he asked.
"Mercedes, here is an up and coming artist and we are working on her debut album. She wrote this great song called 'Cupid's got a Shotgun' but it's missing that wow factor" explained Artie.
Mercedes finally brought her head up from hiding it with her arms and finally spoke, "It's missing that country feel" she announced.
Sam froze being taken away from her beauty, he had never seen something or someone so beautiful before in his life. "W-Why don't we listen to it?" said Sam getting stunned and starting to stutter a little.
"Play it, Artie" said Mercedes playing the man she just met no attention
Artie played the song and Sam and Artie bobbed their heads to the music. Sam loved the song, but she was right, it was missing something. When the song was finished he told Mercedes to go into the booth with him and she obliged considering this was her last hope. When they got in the booth Mercedes finally laid eyes on Sam and got star stuck. He was hot as fuck, and Mercedes had seen a lot of hot men in her day. Her saying that wasn't much considering she was only twenty.
"Your gonna re-record the song, but I'm gonna play in the background" said Sam grabbing the guitar and connected to the speaker. "Just sing it like you did before, and I'll do the rest" smiled Sam.
"Are you sure?" asked Mercedes worried.
"Do you trust me?" he asked looking into her brown eyes.
Mercedes bit her bottom lip, "Yea" she replied quietly.
"Alright, then let's do it" he said with a lopsided grin. Sam nodded at Artie to start the track and Sam adjusted his guitar and winked at Mercedes before playing.
Oh he gave up on arrows a long, long time ago
Turns out I'm too hard to hit so he put away his bow
I might just keep on runnin' from here to Timbuktu
'Cause he gave up on arrows and I ain't bulletproof
Mercedes looked over at Sam as he played along to her voice. Sam and Mercedes made eye contact and the eye sex began.
[Chorus:]
Yeah Cupid's got a shotgun aiming at my heart
I've been dodging bullets, I've been hiding in the dark
Sawed-off double barrel, trigger happy as could be
Cupid's got a shotgun and he's pointing it at me
He's sitting in that tree stand and his wings are camouflage
I'm dug down in my foxhole waiting on his next barrage
Must be open season, got a target on my back
Think he's throwing love grenades and I'm under attack
[Chorus:]
Yeah Cupid's got a shotgun aiming at my heart
I've been dodging bullets, I've been hiding in the dark
Sawed-off double barrel, trigger happy as could be
Cupid's got a shotgun and he's pointing it at me, yeah
[Bridge:]
Well he's got me in his sights, I've got a red dot on my chest
But little does he know I strapped on my Kevlar vest
I pulled out my Remington and I loaded up these shells
He's about to find out I'm a dang good shot myself
[Chorus:]
Yeah Cupid's got a shotgun aiming at my heart
I've been dodging bullets, I've been hiding in the dark
Sawed-off double barrel, trigger happy as could be
Cupid's got a shotgun and he's pointing it at me
Yeah Cupid's got a shotgun
But right now he's running from me, wooh
Mercedes smiled as she hit the 'wooh' and Sam went in on the guitar. Mercedes watched him closely and her mouth went dry. It was the hottest thing she'd ever seen and she knew in that moment that she had to make him hers. When Sam was done playing and Artie turned off the record button Mercedes decided to make her move.
"That was great. You just made my song ten times better" smiled Mercedes.
Sam chuckled, "I don't know about all of that, that song was excellent to begin with."
"You work here?" asked Mercedes
"Sorta, I feelin for band members that can't make it to the studio" he replied looking into Mercedes dark brown eyes.
"So you work for Highway 65?" she questioned.
Sam smiled, "Yeah, I do. What's with all the questions? " he asked poking fun at all the questions she was asking him.
Mercedes shrugged her shoulder with a smirk, "I like to know who I'm working with."
"Well, my name is Samuel Dwight Evans. I'm twenty-give years old. I have four horrible roommates. I love music more than anything. I drive a black pick-up truck and my birthday is May 5th" he said being a smart ass. "Would you like the car fax on my truck?" he added trying to contain his laughter.
Mercedes laughed, "No, you can keep the car fax. It's nice to meet you Samuel. I'm Mercedes Elise Jones. I'm twenty years old. I still live with my parents. I love music more than anything. I don't have a car and my birthday is June 10th."
"Adorable" he grinned looking Mercedes up and down.
Mercedes blushed, "You lookin for cool job? Cause I have one in mind" said Mercedes.
"Oh yeah? What's that?" he remarked.
"I would like you to be in my band" said Mercedes.
Sam arched his brow confused, "I thought you were a solo artist."
"I am technically, but I have a band and I want you to be a part of it because your talent is out of this world" exclaimed Mercedes.
"So it's not because you find me attractive?" asked Sam with a sly smirk.
Mercedes bit her lip and smiled shyly, "No not at all" she replied lying.
"No" said Sam.
Mercedes stood confused, "No what?"
Sam walked up to Mercedes getting in her personal space, "No to being in your band" he repeated tower overing the petite women.
"If I tell you you're attractive will you join my band?" asked Mercedes almost whispering.
"Maybe" he replied in a low sexy voice.
"You're attractive" said Mercedes staring at Sam's big pink lips she wanted to badly to touch with her own.
Sam smiled, he leaned in to place a kiss on Mercedes lips but was interrupted when Finn, Puck, and Tina came back from lunch. They completely cockblocked Mercedes and caused her to go into her feelings for not getting her kiss.
"Cedes, we brought you a burger" said Finn holding it in his hand.
Both Sam and Mercedes stepped away from each other and looked at the three people who just entered the studio. Puck looked at Sam and Mercedes and realized they had interrupted something.
"Cedes, who is this and why were you about to jump is bones?" asked Puck being forward. That was one thing about Puck he barely beat around the bush.
"Do we need to come back?" asked Tina knowing the feeling of being cockblocked.
"Know you guys are fine. This is Sam, he is the new and final member to the band. He's are lead guitarist" said Mercedes looking at Sam when she said the final statement.
Sam smiled at the three already membered and shook Finn, Puck, and Tina's hand. After much talking and getting to know each other they began talking about band names.
"It has to be something good" said Finn.
"And it has to flow with my name" exclaimed Mercedes.
"How about Mercedes and the Hoosierdaddies?" asked Puck taking a bottle of whiskey out of the fridge what was in the studio.
Sam and Finn burst into laughter at Puck's choice for a name.
"What's a hoosierdaddie?" asked Tina.
Puck went to answer but Mercedes cut him off, "I don't know but it's not going alongside my name."
Puck pulled out five shot glasses and set them on the little table that was in the studio. He poured whiskey into the five little cups and began handing them out. Puck motto was always that it was five o'clock somewhere. It just so happened to actually be five o'clock in Nashville.
Mercedes accepted the shot from Puck, "You know I'm technically not of age. I still have one more year."
"Year my ass, you've been throwing it back since you were sixteen. Your twenty-one in my eyes. Besides if you really want to get technical your twenty-first is in two weeks" said Puck.
Once all the shots were out the five young adults took them back. Whiskey fazed none of them they all took it like a little pill. Tina looked around at her band members and whispered, "Whiskey Drinkers."
"What was that?" asked Finn.
"Mercedes and The Whiskey Drinkers" she said aloud causing everyone to slowly nod.
"I like it" said Sam.
"Me too" added Puck.
"Mercedes and The Whiskey Drinkers it is" she smiled.
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