Clint Eastwood

Chapter 2

Be cool Jessie. Be cool. I thought to myself as Brantley walked us inside and lead us to our seats. We were able to sit next to each other thankfully. I sat and Brantley turned to shake hands with the man on side of him before he sat. I took the moment to look at him. Really look at him. God he was big. So, so big, and gorgeous. Brantley folded his big frame into the small seat and cringed as he folded into himself to have more room. He slouched down and spread his legs, his knees bumping the row in front of him. I giggled. "What you laughing at miss thing?" He asked me, still shifting to get comfortable. I rolled my eyes. "Come here." I huffed and lifted the arm rests between us. I scooted over in my seat as much as I could to give Brantley more room. "You're too big for these seats, come on, I don't bite." I grinned. Brantley slung his arm around my shoulders and tugged me into his side, relaxing now that he had more room. "You might not, but I do." He winked at me. I gasped and blushed, snuggling into his side. He chuckled and just tugged me closer. As the night wore on, I was getting antsy, I was performing tonight, and I always got the jitters before a live performance. They announced Brantley as an award winner and he went up to collect it, giving his thank you speech. When he finished he looked right at me. "And I have to apologize again to the little woman that I almost ran over earlier, I'm sorry again darlin. But without further ado, why don't you come on up here and sing somethin for me beautiful? Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Jessie James!" Brantley announced me and I headed towards the stage, my cheeks red. He came down and helped me up the stairs in my heels, then kissed my cheek as he walked back to his seat. I grabbed the mic and giggled nervously. "Brantley, you're SO forgiven..." I grinned as the music started...

They don't make 'em like that anymore
Breaking through the mold like swinging doors
A heart of gold and a silver tongue, dusty boots and a smoking gun
A hundred thousand miles on that old Ford
If I could, I'd make them all Clint Eastwood

Only talks when he's got something to say
The way he stares me down says, "Make my day."
Levi vintage fashion sense, didn't buy his jeans distressed
Barbed wire fence made him that way
If I could, I'd make them all Clint Eastwood
Hey, hey, hey

We ride, where the city lights fade to a western sky
Where an outlaw lived a little unrefined
The kind of love that takes you back in time
Every time
And if I could, I'd make them all
Make them all Clint Eastwood

He don't take my rebel heart and try to fix me
But 'round the house, there's always something that needs fixing
Bridges that generation gap, wins over Grandma, Mom, and Dad
Sticks by me through the good, the bad, and ugly
If I could, I'd make them all Clint Eastwood
Hey, hey, hey

We ride, where the city lights fade to a western sky
Where an outlaw lived a little unrefined
The kind of love that takes you back in time
Every time
And if I could, I'd make them all
Make them all Clint Eastwood

Go back to 1967 (come on)
Yeah, he always keeps me guessing
Little rough around the edges
Disappear into the sunset
Oh

We ride, where the city lights fade to a western sky
Where an outlaw lived a little unrefined
The kind of love that takes you back in time
Every time

We ride, where the city lights fade to a western sky
Where an outlaw lived a little unrefined
The kind of love that takes you back in time
Every time
And if I could, I'd make them all
Make them all Clint Eastwood

Oh, yeah

Oh, if I could, I'd make them all Clint Eastwood

I finished the song and the audience went wild. As the announcers came back out I headed to the stairs to go back to my seat. Brantley met me by the edge of the stage and just lifted me off of it, setting me gently on my feet. He offered me his arm, and I took it, as we headed back to our seats. "Clint Eastwood, huh?" He asked me once we sat. I blushed and shrugged. "A real man is hard to find these days." I held his eyes as I spoke.