Million Dollar Quartet (Johnny Cash x Reader)

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~this is basically going to be off the play~

"Hey fellas, Elvis just called. He's up the street at Jo-Jo Coogie's place and he's comin' by directly. Don't none of y'all tell Carl when he gets here, got it?" Sam said looking at Brother Jay and Fluke. "Yup!" They both said. "Them boy prob'ly ain't seen each other since I had 'em doin' shows offa that ol' flat bed in Grenada, Mississippi." Philips said to the boys. 

"Musta bin 'bout a year, huh?" Sam said looking at Fluke. "Yup! We all came away with four bucks apiece!" Fluke said laughing a bit. "And now, now we all got Cadillac's and diamond rings!" Sam said as I rolled my eyes, I am his daughter, Y/N Phillips and he ain't been proud since I started dating that Johnny boy. He says he's bad news bares! 

"Not me, buddy. I got a broke-down ford. And Mr Phillips, I might need a little payday loan. What with gas up to twenty five cents 'n all." Jerry Lee Lewis said coming in from the outside as we waved at each other. I was just waiting for my Johnny boy, pa said he'd be in today. My dad walked over and handed him a five, "Son, you'll have new cars soon 'nuff. One for every day of the week." He said as the piano man smiled.

"Now where n' the hell is Carl, anyway? First he's buggin' the hell outta me for a session, then he don't show up!" Sam said turning to look at me, I was wearing a beautiful yellow dress paired with my yellow flats. I had a pale pink cardigan on and a green headband in my hair. "Beats me, pa." I said taking a sip from my lemonade. "Hey look, I ain't payin' you hillbillies to sit on your hands. I wanna hear somethin'. Rock it out now! I'm fixin' to roll that tape!" Sam said as they all looked at each other. 

~Flashback~

"Hey pa! I met this fella on the hayride, says he wants you to give him a career!" I said basically dragging Jerry by the arm to him. "Mr Phillips, my name is Jerry Lee Lewis and I come all the way from Ferriday, Louisiana to see you and I ain't leavin till you hear me out. You made a star outta Elvis Presley and by god you're gonna make a star outta me. My mama prophesized it. She said 'the almighty hand was on me.'" He finished looking at Sam. 

"Well ok, where's your git-tar, son?" Sam said looking around for it. "Pianna's my instrument. Eighty-eight keys got six strings beat every time, Mistuh Phillips." Jerry said as I smiled. 

~End Flashback~

Carl finally came into the studio as I ran up and gave him a hug. "Carl, man! We figgered we'd lost you. What kinda fool don't show up f'r his own session?" Sam said getting up and walking towards Carl. "Well it's cold out there! Had to stop to git me a little anti-freeze." Carl said holding up a flask. "Want some, Y/N?" He asked handing it to me as I shook my head. I'm only 19 so I can't legally drink. 

Jerry jumped out of his seat and ran up to Carl to greet him. "Carl Perkins! Jerry Lee Lewis. Ferriday, Louisiana." He said holding out his hand. "My first record's just out on Sun. Wanna hear it?" He said looking at Carl who looked at Sam. "So you went and hired a pianna player, brother?" Carl said as Sam nodded. "Carl, man. It's like I've been tellin you. Your three-piece sound just ain't sellin like it did. We gotta put a new twist on it. We gotta git you goin' again. I got a real good feelin about this one. A REAL good feelin'." He said smiling as Jerry smiled back.

Just as Carl was trying to do a guitar solo Jerry tried to do a piano solo making Carl stop. "What in the HELL are you doin?!" Carl yelled at Jerry. "WHAT'D YA SAY PERKINS!? YOU'RE GONNA HAFTA SPEAK UP." Jerry said yelling. "Damn it, QUIT PLAYING!" Carl said slamming his fist on top of the piano. "Pa! They're fightin again." I said pointing down to them as he rolled his eyes. 

"What the hell is going on in here!?" Sam said storming into the booth. "Mistuh Phillips, I don't want no two-bit pianna player on this session! Specially not ol' Liberace here!" Carl said yelling at my father. "The name is JERRY LEE LEWIS!" Jerry said as he played a chord after every name he said. 

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