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Finally, they were playing at their sold-out concert and boy, were they great? Though Country had been having problems, like getting distracted by Kitty Jo's dancing, when he's supposed to be singing a cover of the song 'Pretty in Pink' by The Psychedelic Furs and fell off the stage, hurting himself, though, not enough to stop performing.
He did have a lot on mind, "Wait if I can't do it? If I couldn't do it before, what makes Scoots and Groove think I can ask her out now? What did they mean by making this more humiliating for me? What if my tongue trips me again?! Must I always be alone!?"
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by Groove asking, loudly, "Country, isn't there something you'd like to ask Kitty Jo?"
Country, confused, turned to him, asking, "What?"
"Well, it's the last song."
"What's he talking about, Country?" asked Kitty Jo, walking up to him, "What did you want to ask me?"
Country looked at her in her shiny, short strapless royal purple sequin dress with a bow at the waist pulling a sheer overlay that she usually saved for the last song of the night and her hair done in romantic waves, which she also usually saved for the last song. Needless to say the girl simply looked stunning, more so than usual.
So unfortunately, Country's silent fears have gripped him before he could work out a coherent way to ask Kitty Jo in his mind so, he held his head down in shame, slowly shaking it.
Both Scoots and Groove were taken aback by this.
"So, you're not gonna ask her?" asked the bright green bassist.
"You do realize now we have to have to tell her while humiliating you?" asked the blue furred drummer, to which Country remained silent, "Have it your way."
Kitty Jo, exasperated, shouted, "What in Sam Hill is going on?! What does Country want to ask me!?"
Scoots then held up a voice recorder module hooked up to the speaker systems for everyone to see while Groove asked Country, "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"
"Chessie may mentioned that."
The Cats then shuddered, remembering one morning where they all woke up to the sounds of Country's screams and when they ran in to help, they all saw that autograph hound, with her Cheshire grin, in bed next to the screaming cat. And people wonder why they constantly go out of their way to avoid her even though they are yet to file restraining order against her. Although, turns out, something even more terrifying than Chessie somehow breaking in their hotel room and sleeping next to Country, in his bed throughout the night, is Kitty Jo's reaction to such a thing.
"Well, um, yeah," said Scoots, blinking uncomfortably, "You do, it was very annoying, me and Groove used to hit you with pillows, just to get you to shut up... and let's just say..., Kitty Jo's lucky that she never slept in the same room as us, because the stuff you said..., it would've been awkward," he then paused for moment to add, "Though, admittedly, we did start recording it for a while."
"To quote, the lead singer of the Romantics," added Groove, "I hear the secrets that you keep when you're talking in your sleep." he then turned to Scoots, saying, "Push the button, Scoots," like a mad scientist would to his lackey.
Before, he did, Scoots asked, "Are you sure? Really? Okay."
Scoots then pushed play and let many nights of Country's sleep speak for everyone to hear. At first, Country was a bit embarrassed about the sleep talking but, now he was truly embarrassed about some of the things he said."
Groove actually added while this was happening, "Before you guys call us out and say that sleep speak isn't supposed to make sense, we also got his dia-er-journal while we're gonna read now," he then noticed Country's expression, said to him, "A deal's a deal,"and proceeded to read.
"At least, we took out the lewd stuff," said Scoots, trying to help.
Country looked at Kitty Jo but didn't see her face. She was just standing there, frozen, facing Scoots and Groove, just staring ahead.
He didn't remember running offstage to backstage. He didn't remember pushing past stagehands. He didn't remember locking himself into a closet. He didn't even remember crying.
He did remember, after what felt like an eternity, the door unlocking and someone coming in from behind and hugged him. When Country turned his head to get a good look at this mystery person, eyes widening as he saw it was...
Kitty Jo.
She then smiled as she started petting him gently like one would a young kitten, and he couldn't suppress the purr that came out. Shocked, he quickly turned away from her, just waiting for her reaction.
Kitty Jo was giggling, shaking her head, commenting, "Gee, way to contradict your own lyrics. What's next? You're gonna meow?" She then kissed him, straight on the lips, much to his surprise. She then grinned, saying softly, "You should've told me sooner."
She then grabbed Country's arm, "Let's get back on stage before the audience kills our bandmates and the stagehands become convinced that I'm softly talking dirty to you while you're screamin' for more."
She then pulled him out of the closet and dragged him back on stage. Country found himself back behind the mic with Kitty Jo holding his hand, in front of a staring crowd.
He then cleared his throat and said to Scoots and Groove behind him, "Thank you, I am sooo... flattered that you know me so well," voice dripping with sarcasm, "You know I know just as much about you two."
Groove, eyes widening, said, "You wouldn't."
Country then turned to him, with a sly smile, answered, "Oh, I would," then looked at Kitty Jo, grinning at her, and faced the audience for what he was about to say.