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3rd POV
The neon lights flickered against the wooden interior of the honky-tonk, casting a warm glow over the crowd.
It was Monday night, but that didn't mean the bar was empty.
Some patrons still wore their work clothes, leaning against the bar and talking about their day.
Others—mostly college kids and young adults—wore cowboy hats, eager to unwind and enjoy the night.
It wasn't as packed as the weekend, but a honky-tonk never truly went empty.
Georgie stood by the stage entrance, scanning the crowd. Then, his eyes landed on his family.
There they were—all of them.
His Parents, Memaw and Veronica—even Missy and Sheldon coming tonight!.
James, standing beside him, noticed too, "Your family's here, Georgie." he said, nodding toward them.
Then, his gaze fell on Veronica.
"How the hell did she get in?" he muttered and looking at Georgie little sister and little brother, "And your siblings too!?"
Georgie shrugged.
Honestly, he wanted to go over there and say hi.
But he knew, they were up next.
His eyes drifted back to the room.
People laughed, raised their beers, and danced on the worn wooden floor.
The energy in the bar was alive even on Monday!.
James looking at Georgie and nudged his arm.
"You nervous?"
Georgie exhaled.
"I'd be lying if I said no."
James smirked, waiting for him to continue.
Georgie glanced at the band.
"This is basically practice, but… I still wanna give it my best tonight."
James nodded, understanding completely.
None of them had been born for the stage.
Their first time performing in front of an audience?
They had been so nervous, they almost threw up.
Stage fright was real.
And even though Georgie had lived another life, even he wasn't immune to it.
All the talk about being a superstar was bullshit if you couldn't prove it when it mattered.
James clapped his shoulder, "It's alright," he reassured him. "We practiced for this."
He turned to the rest of the band.
Everyone nodded in silent encouragement.
Just then, the previous band wrapped up their set, the MC turned toward Georgie's group, "It's your turn," he said, giving them a once-over.
"You guys ready?"
He chuckled.
"I have no clue why this bar gave y'all a shot, but hey, I'm just the MC." He patted Georgie's shoulder, "I hope you can give 'em a show."
Georgie smirked.
He turned to his band—
They were ready to give them a good time tonight!.
Black Spurs Bar.
(A/N: I made up about this bar, don't waste your time to search for it)
It wasn't like Gilley's Club in Pasadena, Texas, but it had a reputation of its own.
Like any good honky-tonk, it had a dance floor, a stage, and a whole lot of people looking for a good time.
Georgie stretched his arms, rolling his shoulders—
Then, SMACK!
He slapped his own cheeks.
Very Hard.
Everyone stared at him with intrigued and wide eyes.
Especially the band.
And Fenley, who had just walked in.
She looked stunned.
But after a second, she smirked.
"Have fun." she simply said, patting his back.
Georgie nodded, doing the same to his bandmates.
Then—he took a deep breath.
"Fiuhhh… Alright…"
And he stepped out onto the stage.
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3rd POV
The room was buzzing.
Some people were deep in conversation.
Others were already knocked out, their heads resting on the tables.
Georgie spotted his family at a table near the stage.
They waved.
Even Sheldon was watching seriously.
George was still talking to some guy, while Mary was glaring at him, pouting after sending Georgie a wave.
Georgie chuckled and he grabbed the mic.
"Hello!"
A drunk man squinted at him.
"Who the hell are you, kid?" he slurred.
His nose was red, his shirt wrinkled, and his beer almost empty.
Georgie recognized the look.
This was a man who'd had a rough day.
Georgie gave him a knowing smile.
"Tough day, huh?"
The man grumbled.
"You know I had a tough day! Why the hell are you up there?"
He waved his empty bottle.
"Where's the damn bar band? Give me some good country music!"
George instinctively pushed back his chair, ready to stand up—
But Mary grabbed his arm.
"Let him handle this."
She kept her eyes on the drunk man, watching carefully.
Georgie leaned forward, resting an arm on his guitar.
"What's your name, man?"
The guy hiccupped.
"Troyal," he muttered.
Then he sighed heavily before saying something, "Look, I got chewed out by a client today, my tire blew out in the middle of nowhere, and now I'm in some town I don't even know."
He shook his head.
"I just wanna hear some damn good country music!"
Georgie laughed.
He scanned the rest of the bar—
Why all the men and women here? They came for the same reason.
To relax.
To forget about the bullshit of the day.
"That's life, right?" Georgie said, smiling. "Some days, you laugh your ass off—other days, you just stare at your empty beer bottle."
The bar murmured in agreement.
Several patrons lifted their beers in a silent toast.
Troyal snorted.
"You got that right."
Georgie grinned.
He adjusted the strap of his guitar.
"Well, you guys came here to have a good time."
He raised his hand—
"I'm gonna give you one."
Edo tapped his drumsticks.
One, two—
The beat kicked in.
James' fingers danced over his guitar, delivering a twangy yet modern country rhythm.
Kayla followed, her bass sending deep vibrations through the floorboards.
Then—
The fiddle.
The steel guitar.
Alex and Beckie joined in, weaving melodies that made the honky-tonk come alive.
Troyal's drunken gaze flickered toward the stage.
His eyes narrowed, focusing on the sound.
"This is… new," he muttered.
His fingers tapped against his beer bottle, unconsciously following the rhythm.
At the Cooper family's table—
Missy's eyes lit up.
She turned to Veronica.
"Let's dance!" she grinned, grabbing her arm.
Veronica sighed.
But—
She let Missy pull her toward the dance floor without resistance from herself.
Sheldon stayed put, watching from the sidelines.
There was no way he was stepping onto that dance floor.
The sweat.
The crowds.
The physical contact.
Absolutely not.
George, meanwhile, grabbed a fresh bottle of beer and walked over to the drunk man—Troyal.
"That's my son," he said, handing over the bottle. "Enjoy the show."
Mary had warned him not to start trouble.
Not to punch anyone.
Not to embarrass Georgie.
So, George swallowed his irritation and walked back to his seat.
Troyal looked surprised—he glanced between George and Georgie, processing what just happened.
Then—
James and the band shouted together:
"Good Time!"
Then—as if a cew, Georgie smile at the crowd and start singing with good vibes.
(Alan Jackson – "Good Time")
🎵 Work, work all week long
Punching that clock from dusk till dawn
Counting the days till Friday night
That's when all the conditions are right
For a good time 🎵
Georgie pointed toward Missy—who was already dancing on the dance floor.
Boots tapping against the floor, moving in rhythm with Veronica, her dance partner.
The sharp sound of their steps drew attention—
More and more people started to move and join the dance floor.
🎵 I need a good time 🎵
Troyal tapped his beer bottle against the table.
The rhythm was catchy.
The energy was contagious.
He watched as Georgie gave him a playful nod—inviting him onto the dance floor.
🎵 I've been working all week
And I'm tired and I don't want to sleep
And I want to have fun
It's time for a good time 🎵
Georgie grinned.
"Come down to the dance floor if you wanna dance!" he called into the mic.
The crowd cheered.
🎵 I cashed my check, cleaned my truck
Put on my hat, forgot about work
Sun going down, head across town
Pick up my baby and turn it around 🎵
Mary turned to Connie and grinning to her. "Watch Sheldon for a minute!" And without waiting for a response, she grabbed George's hand and pulled him toward the dance floor.
"MOM!" Sheldon shouted, horrified.
Connie blinked, looking at Mary in disbelief.
🎵 Good time
Ahh, I need a good time 🎵
Connie huffed.
"I wanna dance, too!" she declared.
She turned to Sheldon, who was shaking his head.
🎵 I've been working all week
And I'm tired and I don't want to sleep
And I want to have fun
It's time for a good time 🎵
Meanwhile—Troyal groaned.
"Ahh, screw it."
He stood up, stretching his arms.
Might as well dance or just groaning on the damn table.
The dance floor was just busy enough to feel alive—but not too crowded.
It's Perfect for boot scooting for the patrons.
Georgie scanned the room—Now, almost everyone was on the dance floor.
Except…
Sheldon.
🎵 Pig in the ground, beer on ice
Just like ole Hank taught us about
Singing along, Bocephus songs
Rowdy friends, all night long 🎵
Georgie turned his attention to his little brother.
He grinned.
Then, gestured for him to join the fun.
Sheldon immediately shook his head.
"Nope."
Connie leaned in.
"I'll make extra cookies," she whispered.
Without another word—
She dragged Sheldon onto the dance floor.
"NO!!!!!!"
🎵 Good time
Lord, we're having a good time 🎵
The dance floor was alive.
Boots stomped against the wooden planks, creating a crisp, satisfying rhythm.
Some people danced in place, rocking side to side—
Others moved confidently, lost in the music.
But one thing was clear—
Everyone was having a good time.
🎵 I've been working all week
And I'm tired and I don't want to sleep
And I want to have fun
It's time for a good time 🎵
Georgie laughed.
"YEAH! MOVE YOUR BODY, EVERYBODY!"
People cheered—They clapped to the beat—And nobody cared if they were doing it right.
They just danced.
🎵 Heel toe, do-si-do
Scooting our boots, swinging doors
B & D, Kix and Dunn
Honky-tonk heaven, double shotgun
Good time
Lord, we're having a good time
'Cause! 🎵
Georgie paused and gesturing with spreading his arms.
The band followed his lead, instinctively stopping the music for just a second.
🎵 I've been working all week
And I'm tired and I don't want to sleep
And I want to have fun
It's time for a good time! 🎵
The entire bar sang along.
Beers raised.
People whooped and cheered.
Georgie smirked at the girls who dance and shaking their body in front of him.
"Woo!! Girls—shake your body!"
A wave of cheers erupted—Boots stomped in approval.
James and the band shook their heads, grinning.
🎵 Shot of Tequila, beer on tap
Sweet Southern woman sat on my lap
G with an O, O with a D
T with an I and an M and an E
And a good time 🎵
Then—Georgie spotted Sheldon.
Still standing stiffly in the crowd.
His arms glued to his sides.
Georgie grinned.
"Somebody get my little brother a hat!" he called out.
Sheldon's eyes widened in horror.
"NO!"
Georgie chuckled.
"…Or no."
🎵 I've been working all week
And I'm tired and I don't want to sleep
And I want to have fun
It's time for a good time 🎵
He turned to Sheldon, still on the dance floor. Just standing there, looking at other people and avoiding them.
"Come up here, Shelly!" Georgie beckoned.
Sheldon hesitated.
But he had two choices.
Stay stuck in the crowd—Or go onstage, away from them.
With a huff, Sheldon climbed onto the stage.
"How you doin', buddy?" Georgie teased.
Sheldon deadpanned.
"Worse."
Georgie howled with laughter.
🎵 A shot of Tequila
Beer on tap
A good-looking woman
To sit on my lap 🎵
Georgie spotted Veronica in the crowd—She was pointing at him, laughing with Missy.
🎵 A G with an O, an O with a D
A T with an I, an M with an E
That spells good time
A good time 🎵
Then—Georgie noticed something.
Sheldon was moving.
His feet—awkward, stiff, but definitely trying to follow the rhythm.
Georgie had showed them line dancing once.
Sheldon must've remembered.
"Nice moves, Shelly!" Georgie cheered.
The crowd roared in approval.
🎵 Good time?
Ohh, we're having a good time 🎵
Then Georgie joined in.
Left kick.
Right kick.
Open, close.
Tap, step.
Smooth. Effortless.
The crowd followed him.
🎵 Ohh, yeah, a good time
I need a good time
Yeah, a good time 🎵
The song ended with Georgie raised his mic, "Did y'all have a good time?!" Georgie said and looking at the crowd down there.
The bar exploded in cheers.
He grinned, looking at some patrons offers him a shot.
"Too bad I'm underage… and my parents are here!"
Laughter filled the room.
People keep lifted their beers toward him.
The laughter in the bar grew even louder as Georgie held up his hands in mock surrender.
"Seriously, y'all—I appreciate it, but my parents are right there!" he said, jerking his thumb toward Mary and George.
The crowd roared with laughter. They don't care about it.
Mary arms crossed, gave him a knowing look.
George simply snorted, shaking his head with a smirk.
Veronica and Missy were still under influence of good vibe, grinning at Georgie's misfortune.
Sheldon still stood stiffly on stage, visibly uncomfortable but oddly fascinated by the audience's response when he dance before.
One of the bar patrons, a man in a worn cowboy hat, leaned over to Troyal.
"Kid's got charm, I'll give him that," he said, tipping his beer bottle toward him.
Troyal nodded.
"He's got more than that," he muttered. "He's got the whole damn room in the palm of his hand."
Georgie turned back to the mic, chuckling as the cheers died down.
"Well, I may not be drinkin' tonight," he said, "but I sure as hell hope y'all are having a good time!"
A loud whoop erupted from the crowd.
Georgie grinned.
Then—he strummed his guitar.
"Alright, let's keep this vibe never ends!"
The band kicked off the next song, and just like that—
The honky-tonk came alive again.