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Third Person POV
Texas was home for Georgie. No matter where life led him, he always found his way back. He remembered every moment that had happened in this stadium — the Astrodome — the first place where he sang in front of thousands.
Texas was home for Georgie. He remembered growing up in a small town called Medford in East Texas — a little town with a big heart. He remembered how he learned to love there... and how he learned to hurt.
Texas was home for Georgie. He watched his sister and brother grow up in that town, watched his mama grow old, and saw Memaw still smiling, her face lined with wrinkles. He would never trade those memories for anything.
Texas was where he laid two of his loved ones to rest.
Georgie never resented what life had thrown at him. Sure, there were memories he wished he could forget. But he was old enough to forgive, and strong enough to accept. He was proud of that. Proud of being a good son. Proud of being the best big brother in the family.
He hadn't performed for a public audience since the funeral. Not in Nashville, not in Austin — not even in the place he loved the most: Texas.
But tonight... tonight was different.
The Astrodome was alive, roaring like it had a heartbeat of its own. Over 50,000 fans packed the massive dome, raising signs, screaming Taylor S.'s name. This was her first stadium concert — the one she'd dreamed about since she was sixteen.
Georgie had watched her grow. He knew her stubborn streak, her fearlessness, the way she always carried a notebook filled with lyrics and scribbled thoughts. She wasn't just his artist. She was his responsibility. She was family. And Georgie Cooper had never let down his family.
'Why is he doing this?' everyone who knew Georgie wondered. James, Kayla, Edo — the people who had known him since he built his first 'Empire', since the days he shaped the man he became — even they didn't understand.
Georgie hadn't sung publicly for years. He preferred helping his artists write, crafting the songs they were born to sing.
He was an artist. He never stopped loving music. It lived in his bones.
As he watched families cheering in the Astrodome, parents smiling with their children in tow, Georgie quietly slipped away from the crowd and headed backstage.
Backstage, Taylor was fixing her curls, adjusting her mic, completely unaware of what was coming.
"Where's Georgie?" she asked her team. "I heard he was coming to my concert?".
"He said he'd be watching from the crowd," someone replied. "Didn't think he'd actually show up. You know how he is about Texas…"
Taylor nodded quietly, sadness flickering in her eyes. Her father caught her gaze and smiled gently — a silent encouragement. He knew how much Georgie meant to her. He was like the older brother she never had.
But quickly Taylor felt a wave of teenage frustration bubble up — she wanted to throw a tantrum. But Georgie had always reminded her to be professional. 'Pour your heart into the song,' he told her. 'You're not a robot — but be grateful. For every single person who came to feel your music.'
She changed outfits quickly. "The show must go on." Taylor said, a determined smile spreading across her face.
As she returned to the stage, her father watched her, then murmured under his breath, "Why are you doing this?"
"I grew up here," a familiar voice answered from beside him. "I got my chance... right here in this stadium."
Georgie approached with a smile. He wore a worn black cowboy hat — not a fashion statement, but a symbol. A symbol of the wounds and love he carried from the red soil of Texas.
His denim shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal sun-kissed skin and a solid chest, framed by rolled-up sleeves showing off strong forearms — years of hard work carved into his body. Dark jeans hugged his legs, paired with a black leather belt fastened with a silver Texas star buckle that gleamed beneath the lights. And when he walked, his weathered brown boots echoed against the wooden floor — not the steps of a man here to perform, but of one returning home to send someone off.
He stood beside Scott, still smiling, eyes locked on Taylor — radiant and emotional as she sang onstage.
"I'm here to send off the future Queen," Georgie said, voice calm. He had never tried to control Taylor. He let her chase what she loved.
Sure, he loved country music. But more than anything, he loved music itself.
Scott chuckled. "Future Queen, huh? That's bold." Then his eyes widened with memory. "Ah... your first concert, right? George Strait's show?"
"Yeah," Georgie nodded. The memory was still vivid. It had been a wild night.
Scott raised a brow. "I read that article — 'People couldn't stop kissing their partners during your song.' That true?"
Georgie laughed awkwardly. That part was… mostly true. Though the papers had exaggerated. They only kissed for about five minutes — after the third song.
He shook his head. At the time, he had been so caught up in the moment, the spotlight, the music, that he hadn't realized his 'Soul Voice' had slipped out — just enough to ignite something in the crowd.
He turned the stadium into a 'love nest'.
By the next song, no one even listened to his words. That's why it only lasted five minutes.
"That's… an amazing… memory." Georgie muttered, voice tight. Scott smiled awkwardly — he hadn't believed the headlines back then, but they'd certainly been... memorable.
As Taylor's song wrapped, Georgie gave James and the others the signal.
"You're really going to sing?" Scott asked again. As a country fan, he knew who Georgie Cooper was.
Georgie didn't answer. Just gave Scott a look.
Sure, this would grab headlines — maybe even more than Taylor's performance. But he didn't care. Because in the end, the spotlight would fall where it needed to: on her.
"...Take care of my daughter." Scott whispered before walking away.
Georgie's mouth twitched. Taylor was like a sister to him, then why the hell say something like that?
As the stage lights dimmed, Taylor's band — The Agency — quietly exited with smile with their faces. Taylor furrowed her brows, watching James and the others smile at her.
"...No way…" she whispered. She didn't realize the mic picked up her voice.
"What?" the crowd murmured, watching Taylor glance back at her changing band members. "What's going on?" Was this a gimmick? A surprise twist? Or something more?
Unlike the kids and teens in the audience who were merely curious, the adults — especially true country music fans — instantly recognized the band stepping onto the stage.
"No way…" gasped several parents, eyes wide as they watched the musicians take their positions. "Are you kidding me?!" some of them shouted, earning confused looks from their daughters.
"Daddy? What's going on?" the girls asked, tugging on sleeves for attention. But their fathers were too focused, eyes locked on the stage. "DADDY?!" they repeated, louder this time — finally snapping their dads out of their daze.
Some had come in groups, and the younger ones didn't recognize the faces of the newly-arrived band members.
Slowly, a spotlight illuminated the entrance gate. Taylor, still stunned by the unexpected turn, stood frozen in disbelief. Then — he entered.
A cowboy stepped onto the stage, calm and unhurried. His presence was quiet but thunderous, like a storm walking on two legs.
Every eye in the stadium turned toward him. His pace was steady, and his eyes were fixed on Taylor, who now had her hands over her mouth — squealing like a little girl in front of thousands.
Without thinking, Taylor dashed toward him and leapt into his arms, wrapping herself around him without caring about the eyes watching them.
*CLICK. CLICK. CLICK. CLICK.
Camera flashes fired like fireworks around the arena, but neither of them paid it any mind. Taylor was still squealing, clinging to Georgie.
"You look like a little girl right now." Georgie whispered in her ear, gently rubbing her back.
"I don't care!" Taylor beamed before he slowly lowered her down. "What are you doing here? Are you sabotaging my concert?!" she teased, playfully punching his chest — though her hand remained there, her smile glowing.
Georgie smiled back, "I came to send my 'Future Queen' to her new kingdom."
That moment — raw, unscripted, heartfelt — didn't escape a single camera lens or eye in the crowd.
Georgie turned to the audience, just as a wave of energy swept through the stands. Sons, daughters, even teenagers going through their awkward years, watched in disbelief as grown men — fathers — shouted and cheered for him.
Taylor burst out laughing. This was no ordinary fanbase. These weren't just country fans. These were the die-hard, old-school loyalists — the chaperone dads who had grown up in the Georgie Cooper era.
A crew member handed Georgie a mic. He waved to the audience. "A whole lotta little fans in here tonight!" he said, flashing a smile and waving at a little girl near the front row.
"That's my little fan, Georgie!" Taylor called out through her mic, mock-annoyed, though she couldn't wipe the grin from her face.
"And the dad beside her — that one's mine, huh? Now you're making me feel old…" Georgie teased, pointing toward the girl's father.
The audience roared with laughter. Taylor snorted playfully. "We know, old man!"
Georgie gave her a lazy look. "Really, Tay? I bet all of them already know my songs."
That fired up the dads even more. Cheers echoed across the stadium.
Taylor folded her arms, giving him a smug little grin. "Prove it then!"
"Well… I should probably introduce myself first, alright?" Georgie said sheepishly. Laughter spread through the stadium.
Before he could speak, the crowd erupted.
"GEORGIE!"
His name boomed across the Astrodome. Not a single person called out his old stage name. Just Georgie.
He threw his arms wide open, grinning. He turned to Taylor with a smirk. "You hear that? They know my name."
Taylor raised an eyebrow. "They only know your name. Don't get cocky."
Music began to play behind them. Taylor turned toward James and the others — and her eyes widened.
She knew this song.
Her whole body tensed as the melody filled the stadium. "THAT'S CHEATING!" she shouted, pointing at Georgie, who was already laughing.
Taylor pouted dramatically, trying to look annoyed but failing.
"Sing with me, Tay." Georgie extended a hand toward her. It wasn't a request. It was a call — from an older brother.
Taylor's smile bloomed wide. She gave a little skip to his side.
They had never rehearsed this together. The idea scared her — just a little. But Georgie's smile had a way of calming everything.
She glanced to her left — her parents were standing there, watching. Her jaw dropped open. She couldn't believe what was happening.
The audience had been cheering since the first chords played, but now it reached a fever pitch. Daughters cringed as their dads yelled like teenagers. Especially the 10-to-14-year-olds — utterly embarrassed.
And the stage was just getting started.
(Blake Shelton – God's Country)
🎵 Right outside of this one church town
There's a gold dirt road to a whole lot of nothin'... 🎵
"Oh, I know this song…" one of the daughters murmured softly, the words rippling like a whisper through the crowd. Some of the parents nodded in agreement.
"Of course you do," her dad replied, smiling. "I play this song a lot. Now listen carefully, alright?"
🎵 Got a deed to the land, but it ain't my ground
This is God's country... 🎵
Georgie's voice came in low, almost like a whisper—but filled with conviction. The audience leaned in. Taylor swayed gently to the rhythm, her eyes dreamy as she let herself fall into Georgie's voice.
🎵 We pray for rain, and thank Him when it's fallin'
'Cause it brings the grain and a little bit of money... 🎵
Georgie raised his hand to the sky, then clenched it into a fist and drove it down like striking something unseen—emotions pouring out of him. He stared out at the crowd with intensity, as if remembering the first time this song had ever been heard: 1989.
🎵 We put it back in the plate
I guess that's why they call it God's country... 🎵
He glanced at Taylor with meaning in his eyes. She understood his cue. She was Taylor S.—a professional. She'd studied hard for this 'job'.
🎵 I saw the light in a sunrise
Sittin' back in a 40 on the muddy riverside
Gettin' baptized in holy water and 'shine with the dogs runnin'... 🎵
Her voice flowed like a soft prayer—warm and feminine—complementing the raw strength in Georgie's tone.
Georgie smiled. Their voices weren't the same—they were meant to be different—and together, they created something beautiful.
🎵 Saved by the sound of the been found
Dixie whistled in the wind, that'll get you Heaven bound... 🎵
Their voices blended seamlessly, and as the next line came, Taylor stepped back at just the right moment. Georgie took the lead, overflowing with emotion.
🎵 The Devil went down to Georgia but he didn't stick around
This is God's country! 🎵
Georgie let out a deep breath, closed his eyes, and slowly lowered his microphone. Taylor stepped forward and picked up where he left off.
🎵 We turn the dirt and work until the week's done
We take a break and break bread on Sunday
Then do it all again
'Cause we're proud to be from God's country… 🎵
At that moment, Georgie raised his mic and shouted with all the fire in his soul:
🎵 YEEAAHHH!! 🎵
James and the rest of the band—who'd been with Georgie for years—followed his energy. They kept the melody soft, giving space for Georgie's voice to roar across the Astrodome like thunder. He poured every ounce of emotion into that shout, shaking the stadium.
Without missing a beat, he inhaled sharply and continued:
🎵 I saw the light in a sunrise
Sittin' back in a 40 on the muddy riverside
Gettin' baptized in holy water and 'shine with the dogs runnin'... 🎵
Taylor blinked in surprise—she had expected to take over this part. Her eyes darted toward her father in the audience, and she mouthed, "WOW!" before turning her focus back.
Georgie caught her glance and lowered his mic slightly, giving her a cue. She stepped in immediately:
🎵 Saved by the sound of the been found
Dixie whistled in the wind, that'll get you Heaven bound
The Devil went down to Georgia but he didn't stick around
This is God's country!! 🎵
Taylor now sang with pure emotion, following Georgie's lead. The crowd stomped their feet and clapped along with the beat.
During the instrumental break, James and the band stepped forward for their moment in the spotlight. Georgie watched them fondly and whispered, "It's really been a long time…"
He leaned toward Taylor and whispered with a smile, "You're amazing, TayTay."
Taylor turned toward him, her eyes glistening. She clutched her mic tighter and nodded with quiet determination.
Georgie took a few steps forward, reaching the edge of the stage. His gaze swept across the audience—strong yet calm.
🎵 I don't care what my headstone reads
Or what kind of pinewood box I end up in
When it's my time, lay me six feet deep
In God's country… 🎵
Just as he opened his mouth to roared, a powerful shout burst from behind him.
🎵 YEAHHH!! 🎵
He turned, startled, to see Taylor with fire in her eyes. That shout—it wasn't rebellion. It was unity.
He understood instantly, offering her a small smile.
The audience erupted in cheers at Taylor's fierce energy, and her fans were awestruck.
Georgie stepped back and let her lead once more.
🎵 I saw the light in a sunrise
Sittin' back in a 40 on the muddy riverside
Gettin' baptized in holy water and 'shine with the dogs runnin'... 🎵
He stood beside Taylor and turned to her with a smile. She did the same and continued together:
🎵 Saved by the sound of the been found
Dixie whistled in the wind, that'll get you Heaven bound
The Devil went down to Georgia but he didn't stick around… 🎵
Their eyes met—and their voices rang out in perfect harmony:
🎵 This is God's country!! 🎵
Tears shimmered in the eyes of some audience members, overwhelmed by the power of the moment.
Taylor stepped closer to Georgie. The band played a softer melody, sensing he hadn't finished yet. They waited, giving him space.
"I know we're going through some tough times right now…" Georgie addressed the crowd. "But I believe we'll get through this—together!"
Then, with renewed strength, he lifted the mic and sang:
🎵 Yeah, I saw the light in a sunrise
Sittin' back in a 40 on the muddy riverside
Gettin' baptized in holy water and 'shine with the dogs runnin'... 🎵
The audience nodded along, deeply moved.
Taylor reached out her hand to Georgie.
🎵 Yeah…🎵 she sang softly.
🎵 Saved by the sound of the been found
Dixie whistled in the wind, that'll get you Heaven bound
The Devil went down to Georgia but he didn't stick around… 🎵
🎵 This is God's country... 🎵
Georgie gently took Taylor's hand and kissed it—a rare gesture. Usually, he kissed her forehead. This caught Taylor completely off guard. Her face flushed deep red, and she quickly covered it with her hand.
Georgie turned back to the crowd with his signature smile.
"My name's Georgie Cooper," he said over the fading music and roaring applause. "Thank you for listening to our song. I hope y'all have a great night with Taylor here—I wish y'all happiness and good health!"
The crowd cheered wildly as Georgie gave Taylor one final, tight hug, whispering encouragement in her ear before disappearing backstage.
As he vanished from sight, James and the band wrapped up the performance with a stylish outro—just like they had back in 1989.
Taylor turned to face the band as they waved to the audience, then to her, before exiting the stage one by one—leaving her standing there, in the spotlight, stronger than ever.