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Karaoke with Carlisle, Emmet, and Rosalie.

Summary:
Bella, who's a vampire for 4 years, Carlisle, Rosalie, and Emmet go karaoking while the rest of the family is off hunting. Lyrics to my favorite country songs.


Notes:
An author asked for Carlisle to sing. So here it is. Enjoy.


1. Chapter 1: Let's Have Some Fun.

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Carlisle, Emmet, Rosalie, and I, now a vampire for 4 years, enters the nightclub. The rest of the family was off hunting and wouldn't be home till later tonight. We were in casual clothes and we sit down at our table. "Bella. Do you want to go first?" Carlisle asked. I nod, getting up, and I head for the stage. I gave the song to the DJ and the music began.

As If by Sara Evans.

Ooh yeah.

I love the way you wear those worn out blue jeans. Walkin' all around in the big sunshine. Baby let me believe that you're perfect 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 going. Don't show me that you're someone else.

Cause I'm acting as if this blue sky's never gonnarain 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 ya think it's goin' fine. We don't need to send out invitations to tell the world that you're mine.

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 comething I've missed. I'm acting as if.

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, walkin' all around 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.

Unless there's something I've missed. Unless there's something I've missed. I'm acting as if.

Oooh yeah.

Oh I'm acting as if.

I got a lot of claps, whistles and cheers as I walked back to our table and sat down. "Good song choice for you to sing." Emmet said. Rosalie nodded in agreement. Carlisle goes up to the stage. Emmet, Rosalie, and I turn when the music began.

I'm Already Home by Tim McGraw.

You're reading this, my mama's sittn' there. Look's like I only got a one way ticket over here. I sure wish I could give you one more kiss. War was just a game that we played when we were kids. Well I'm layin' down my gun and hanging up my boots. I'm up here with God and we're both watching over you.

So lay me down. In that open field out on the edge of town and know my soul is where my mama always prayed that it would go. And if you're reading this, I'm already home.

If you're reading this halfway around the world, I won't be there to see the birth of our little girl.

I hope she looks like you. I hope she fights like me and stands up for the innocent and the weak. I'm layin' down my gun and hanging up my booots. Tell dad I don't regret that I followed in his shoes.

So lay me down in that open field out on the edge of town and know my sould is where my mama prayed that it would go. And if you're reading this, I'm already home.

If you're reading this, there's gonna come a day when you'll move on and find someone else and that's okay. Just remember this I'm in a better place. Where soldiers live and angels sing Amazing Grace.

So lay me down in that field out on the edge of town. And know my soul is where my mama prayed that it would go. And if you're reading this.

If you're reading this... I'm already home.

We all stood up clapping and chearing. Carlisle came back to the table and sat dwon. "You should go karaoking with us more often." Rosalie said. "Maybe I should." Carlisle said, as Emmet headed up to the stage. The music began.

Honkey Tonk Badonkadong by Trace Adkins.

Turn it up some. Alright boys, this is her favorite ong You know that right. So, if we play it good and long. She might get up and dance again. Ooh, she put her beer down. Here she come. Here she comes. Left. Left. Left, right, left. Whoo.

Husslers shootin' eightball. Throwin' darts at the wall. Feelin' damn near 10 ft. tall. Here she comes, Lord help us all. Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him outta his chair. Poor ole boy, it ain't his fault. It's so hard to stare.

At that honky tonk badonkadonk. Keepin' perfect rhythm make ya wanna swing along. Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong. And whoo-wee shut my mouth, slap your grandma. There outta be a law get the sheriff on the phone. Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on. That honky tonk badonkadonk. (Aww son.)

Now Honey, you can't blame her for what her mama gave her. You ain't gotta hate her for workin' that money-maker. Band shuts down at two but we're hangin' out till three. We hate to see her go but love to watch her leave.

With that honkey tonk badonkakonk. Keepin' perfect rhythm make ya wanna swing along. Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong. And whoo-wee. Shut my mouth, slap your grandma. There outta be a law get the sheriff on the phone. Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on. With that honky tonk badonkadonk. (Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' about right there, honey.)

We don't care about the drinkin', barely listen to the band. Our hands, they start shakin' when she gets the urge dance. Drivin' everybody crazy you think you fell in love. Boys, you better keep your distance. You can look but you can't touch.

That honkey tonk badonkadonk. Keepin' perfect rhythm make ya want to swing along. Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong. And whoo-wee. Shut my mouth, slap your grandma. There outta be a law get the sheriff on the phone. Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on. That honky tonk badonkadonk.

That honky tonk badonkadonk. Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk.

(That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do. It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free whiskey. It's for the bodonkadonk.)

Other women, Rosalie, and I sat down after dancing to that song. The men were clapping. Emmet joined us. If he could blush, his face would be beat red. "Emmet. You should try out for American Idol." I said, pushing a strand of brown hair out of my face that came lose when I was dancing. "Shut up Bella or I'm going to tell Edward you were dancing in front of every men." Emmet said. I shut my mouth. Rosalie headed up for the stage. A boy and a girl entered, but Emmet, Carlisle, and I ignored them, because the music began.

Coalmine by Sara Evans.

Shotgun houses, shanty shacks. Countin' those ties on the railroad track. Thirty-four more, its almost time to see my baby walking out of that

Coalmine, covered with dust. T-shirt tied, ass muscled up. All mine, head to toe. Come on, come on whistle, blow. I can't wait to see him home. Ain't gonna have nothing but the supper on. Gonna keep him busy 'til it's time he goes back to the coalmine.

Some girls like them gussied up wearing all that smelly stuff. To me there's nothing quite fine as my man standing out in front of that

Coalmine, covered with dust. T-shirt tied, all muscled up. All mine, head to toe. Come on, whistle, blow. Power's out, well that's all right. We'll make love by a miner's light. Gonna keep him busy 'til it's time he goes back to that coalmine.

Shotgun houses, shanty sacks. Countin' those ties on the railroad track. Just two more, it's almost time to see my baby walking out of that coalmine.

Coalmine, covered with dust. T-shirt tied, all muscled up. All mine, head to toe. Come on whistle, blow. Don't want no white-collared man. Midnight, I like calloused hands to keep me busy 'til it's time he goes back to that coalmine.

I can't wait to get him home. Ain't gonna have nothing but the supper on Power's out, well that's all right. We'll make love by a miner's light. Don't want no white-collared man. Midnight, I like calloused hands to keep me busy 'til it's time he goes back to that coalmine.

Rosalie got a lot of claps from the boys. Emmet was wolf whistling. I was smiling. "Good song, Rose." I said. Emmet and Rosalie gazed into each others eyes. I go up to the stage and gave the song to the DJ. The music began.

Come to bed by Gretchen Wilson.

Sometimes we fight 'bout who's wrong and right. And stay up all night. And sometimes we drink and say hurtful things. The we don't mean.

There was Edward standing with Esme. A smile on his face. We did fight when I wanted to become a vampire and he didn't want me to become one. Now I am and he's happy.

Yeah, we're screamin' but nobody's listenin'. Let's take this madness out of the kitchen.

Edward's smile was getting bigger. It was the smile I fell in love with when I first met him. Emmet, Carlisle, and Rosalie didn't know what I was looking at. 'Look guy.' I thought.

Come to bed. Let's just lay down. There's just one way we're gonna work this out. Forget what I did. Forget what you said. Oh, darlin'. Come to bed.

Carlisle, Emmet, and Rosalie finally saw what I was looking at and Esme was smiling along with Edward.

Well, I love you. You know I do and you love me too. So let's just stop. Remember what we've got before it all gets lost.

Just take my hand. It's been way too long. Turn out the lights and turn each other on.

Come to bed. Let's just lay down. There's just one way we're going to work this out. Forget what I did. Forget what your said. Oh, darlin'. Come to bed.

And le's put aside our pride for feelin's for tonight. In the mornin' we'll see things in a different light.

Just come to bed. Let's just lay down. There's just one way we're gonna work it out. Forget what I did. Forget what you said. Oh, darlin'. Come to bed.

I ran to Edward's arms and we were kissing while people were clapping and cheering. Esme heads over to Carlisle. Some songs can be romance.