Chris Young: You thought you were home alone, just cleaning the kitchen. You turned off the TV because you were tired of seeing the same news over and over. While cleaning some tea cups you started singing and old song (your mother's favorite): Tell Lorrie I Love Her, by Keith Whitley.
Tell Lorie I love her
Tell Lorie I need her
Tell her everything would be ok if I could just see her
Tell Lorie I love her
Tell Lorie I need her
And if I leave this old world tell her she's the only girl for me
"That was really nice.", a voice behind you said. You knew it was Chris. You just didn't heard him coming home.
"Hi love.", you said, feeling a little embraced.
You never sang in front of him because you have always been insecure about yourself. You never thought you knew how to sing.
"You can go on with your singing.", he says and kisses your head. "You have a sweet voice."
"Really?"
"Sure. Why would I lie to you?", he asks holding your hand. "Why don't you sing a little more for me? It was Keith Whitley, wasn't it?"
You nod.
"Why don't we sing together?", you say and taking a breath you start.
Tell Lorie I love her...
Brett Young: "I hate storms...", you say covering your head with a pillow on the bed.
Outside is raining hard and the thunder lights shine through the grey sky at the end of the day.
"It's okay, honey...", Brett says, touching your hair to calm you down. "It's just a storm. I am right here."
You never knew exactly you started to fear the thunder. As a kid you always ran inside the house and looked for your mother because you didn't want to stay alone when the thunder made you shiver.
After kissing your cheek, Brett started to mumble some song.
"Can you sing for me?", you ask, and outside another thunderbolt echoes making you stay even more close to him.
"Sure, baby.", he says.
Brett has the voice of an angel.
Just walked down the street to the coffee shop
Had to take a break
I've been by her side for eighteen hours straight
Saw a flower growing in the middle of the sidewalk
Pushing up through the concrete
Like it was planted right there for me to see
You recognize that song.
YOU ARE READING
Country imagines & preferences
RomanceSometimes I dream wide awake with a cowboy taking me away... Just some imagines and preferences about country singers. Please message me for any ideas.
