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*3rd POV
The familiar banjo twang of Hee Haw filled the studio, the audience clapping along as the curtain lifted to reveal the famous cornfield set. Giant stalks of fake corn towered over the stage, painted bright yellow and green under the lights. From behind the "corn," one by one, the regular cast popped their heads out, ready to deliver their corny jokes.
But this time, there was someone new among them.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Roy Clark's booming voice rang out, "we got ourselves a young Texan in the field tonight. Y'all give a big Hee Haw welcome to… Georgie Cooper!"
The crowd erupted in cheers as Georgie popped his head through the stalks, tipping his cowboy hat with that easy grin. He was dressed in a crisp plaid shirt and dark jeans, his guitar slung across his back—but instead of singing, he leaned into the spirit of the sketch.
"Hey Georgie!" Buck Owens called from another stalk, pretending to squint at him. "You're from Texas, ain't ya? Must mean you're good with horses."
Georgie smirked, eyes glinting with mischief. "Sure am. Mine's called Silverado…" He paused, scratching the back of his neck with exaggerated shyness. "…runs on gas, though."
The audience erupted, boots stomping on the studio floor. Georgie just lifted his shoulders in a playful shrug, letting the laughter wash over him.
On the giant screen at Ellen's studio, the camera cuts a little to Taylor where her mouth hangs open, half in disbelief, half in amusement at the corniest joke she'd ever heard from Georgie.
Back in the cornfield, another cast member popped his head out. "Well, Georgie, I hear you got a voice that makes the girls swoon."
"Not true," Georgie shot back, his face perfectly straight. "They don't swoon—they faint. Saves me the trouble of askin' 'em out."
The punchline landed like a hammer. Roy Clark doubled over, slapping his knee, while the studio audience howled with delight. Georgie tipped his hat again, riding the wave of applause like a seasoned showman.
Applause still echoed as Ellen paused the clip. Taylor sat frozen for a moment, eyes glued to the screen, her lips parted in disbelief before a grin crept across her face.
"What do you think?" Ellen asked, turning toward her with that mischievous glint in her eye.
Taylor leaned forward, her curls bouncing, still staring at the frozen frame of Georgie on the monitor. "Can I please have that video? I am so gonna rub this in his face!"
The audience laughed, clapping along, while Ellen raised her hand in mock defense. "I'll give it to you," she teased, "but first I want to ask you something." She tilted her head, smiling slyly. "He's really cute, isn't he?"
Taylor froze, her lips curling into an involuntary smile as her cheeks flushed pink. "…Yeah," she admitted at last, soft and sheepish.
The crowd erupted with cheers. Ellen leaned back, delighted. "That's him at fourteen, you know. 1990."
Taylor pressed her hands to her face, hiding her blush as the audience roared again.
"You're blushing," Ellen sing-songed, milking the moment. "I guess we know who Mr. Right is now."
"No!" Taylor shot back, laughing nervously as she buried her face deeper in her hands. "Oh my gosh!"
The studio was still buzzing with laughter and cheers as Ellen turned back to the camera. "Alright, we'll be right back—with more Taylor Swift—after this!"
Taylor peeked out from behind her hands, grinning like a teenage girl caught in a secret crush, just as the show faded to commercial.
"Oh my gosh…" Taylor groaned, shaking her head before turning back to Ellen with a half-playful glare, though a smile still tugged at her lips. "I look like an idiot, don't I?"
"No, no," Ellen replied smoothly, then added with a sly grin, "you look like a woman in love. Which… is basically the same thing as looking like an idiot, you know."
Taylor huffed, spinning in her chair to glare at her manager, who was already chuckling. "You knew about this, didn't you? Why didn't you warn me so I could prepare myself?!"
Her manager only smirked. "That's not much of a surprise if I tell you, is it?"
"You're so annoying!" Taylor snapped, pouting. The crew around them chuckled, and even some of the studio audience, who hadn't left for break, giggled along.
Ellen leaned in, her voice lilting with mischief. "You look exactly like a teenager caught stuffing a love letter into some boy's locker."
Taylor's cheeks burned. "I didn't even know that video existed! I was practically a baby when it came out!" she tried to protest, but with her blush, smile, and pout, she looked every bit the girl Ellen had described.
"Alright, back in five!" a crew member called. People shuffled back to their seats.
Taylor narrowed her eyes at Ellen. "No more surprises, please."
Ellen waved her hand dismissively. "Relax. It's exhausting to surprise you. Next segment, we've got Justin T. You just need to act surprised—like we talked about."
Taylor exhaled in relief. "That's good," she muttered, though her eyes narrowed again with suspicion. "…I smell something else here." She glanced at her manager.
"He's in New York, Tay. Don't worry," her manager answered quickly, clearly reading her mind.
Ellen laughed at their exchange, adding cheekily, "We even had to call him before we aired that video, you know."
Taylor squinted again, arms crossed. "…Why can't I trust you people?"
"We're back in 5…4…3…"
"Relax," Ellen whispered, then snapped into her host voice as the cameras lit red again. "We are back—with Taylor S. right here!"
The audience cheered, the energy surging back into the room. Ellen turned, smiling warmly at Taylor. "Are you feeling more comfortable now?"
Taylor flashed her practiced stage smile. "Yeah. Thanks to you, I look like a girl who just ran into her crush in the hallway."
The crowd erupted with laughter, and Ellen's grin widened. "Speaking of crushes…" she teased, pausing for effect. "You told me before—your musical crush is Justin?"
Taylor nodded, calm but glowing under the lights. "Yeah. Justin T."
The audience caught the hint, holding back their cheers. The prompter warned them: no reaction until his entrance. But the anticipation was thick, buzzing in the air.
And then, from behind her, a deep voice with just a hint of twang cut through the air.
"Oh really?"
That was all he said, but Taylor knew that voice instantly. Her head snapped around, eyes wide, heart hammering as the audience gasped with her.
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3rd POV
After the cornfield jokes wrapped, the cameras shifted, but the laughter still lingered in the barn set. The crew bustled about, but the cast stayed close, circling Georgie as if he had been part of the show for years.
"You're like a professional, kid," Buck Owens said, his wide grin flashing under the lights as he slapped Georgie's shoulder with a heavy hand. "I think you're ready to do this full-time."
He wasn't saying it to invite Georgie into the Hee Haw crew, but rather into the world of entertainment itself. Georgie understood the weight behind those words and nodded in acknowledgment.
Roy Clark wagged a finger at Buck, his eyes narrowed in mock irritation. "Good?! I'd say terrific! Don't listen to Buck, son. Like you said earlier, girls don't swoon when they hear you sing. They faint dead away!"
The audience howled, stomping their boots.
Down in the front row, the Cooper family was part of that laughter. Connie leaned forward so far she nearly tipped out of her seat, her grin splitting wide. "Would you look at that! My grandson, standin' there with Roy Clark himself!"
Mary clasped her hands tightly in her lap, her face glowing with pride. "He looks so at ease up there. Like he belongs."
George Sr. puffed his chest out, his smile just as wide but quieter. "That boy's got more guts than I ever did at fourteen."
Missy threw her hands into the air, grinning like she owned the stage herself. "Told you! That's my brother!."
Sheldon, sitting stiffly beside her. "For the record, fainting from auditory stimulation is not a medically common occurrence. Unless his singing caused mass hyperventilation, which, statistically, is highly improbable."
Missy rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up, Sheldon!"
Georgie stepped off the cornfield set and motioned toward the front row. "Everyone, I'd like y'all to meet my family. My Meemaw's a big fan of yours, Roy—I hope you can sign something for her."
Roy chuckled, his banjo resting on his knee. "What do you mean by 'Something'? Do you want me to just sign for her or 'Something' like take her home?"
The cast howled with laughter. Even the Coopers couldn't hold back.
"Why would he want to take Meemaw home? We lived in Medford and he lived here." Sheldon whispered to Mary, brow furrowed.
"It's a joke, honey," Mary whispered back, her lips tight with amusement.
Connie leaned forward, grinning ear to ear. "Oh, Roy, you couldn't handle me if you tried!"
More laughter spilled across the set, warming the room before the crew's hand signal called them back to order.
Roy adjusted his banjo strap, turning to Georgie. "You sure you can handle this next bit, kid?"
Before Georgie could answer, a booming voice echoed from behind. "He can handle it, Buck! He's my godson, after all."
George Sr. stood up instantly, pointing a finger at the one who said that. "He is not your godson, you son of a bitch!" His words blurted off quickly as Connie cackled and Mary clapped hands over Sheldon's ears.
Missy just smirked, ignoring her mother's sharp glare.
"Long enough to get you here, huh?" Buck laughed, shaking George S.'s hand. Roy leaned in toward Georgie. "He's talented, George. The boy even made up his own line with us in the cornfield!"
Georgie scratched the back of his neck. "Aw, I just give a little bit of a suggestion, nothing more than that."
George S. squeezed his shoulder proudly, but said nothing more.
The stage lights dimmed, the producer counting down the seconds. Roy settled his banjo in his lap, Buck tuned his guitar, and Georgie took his place beside them, clutching his own.
Roy's eyes locked with his. "You ready, kid?"
Georgie nodded, jaw firm. "Yes, sir."
The crew raised their hands—five, four, three, two… and the lights blazed back on.
The band struck a light, bouncy rhythm. Roy Clark grinned at the crowd.
"Alright, folks, we got Georgie Cooper here with us tonight—and we're gonna see if this Texan can handle a real Hee Haw tradition!"
Of course they will cut his voice and will go with their song.
The audience whooped. Buck Owens strummed a few chords, then nodded for the first verse.
🎵 Roy (sings):
"I asked my girl for a kiss last night,
She said, 'Son, don't be a fool!'"🎵
🎵 Buck (replies):
"I leaned right in, she slapped my cheek,
And said, 'Go kiss your mule!'"🎵
The crowd burst into laughter, clapping along.
Now Georgie leaned into the mic, eyes twinkling.
🎵 Georgie (sings):
"I courted a gal from Abilene,
She sure could dance real fine.
But when she found out I was fourteen…" 🎵
He smirked at the crowd, tipping his hat before continuing his song.
🎵She said, 'Shoot, I've been waitin' since nine!'"🎵
This time the laughter shook the barn. It wasn't the polite, cued chuckle of a prompter lit.
🎵 All together (classic):
"Where, oh where, are you tonight?
Why did you leave me here all alone?
I searched the world over and thought I found true love…
But you met another and Pffft! you were gone!"🎵
The crowd cheered and whistled as Georgie glanced at the producer, who gave him a discreet thumbs-up. But Georgie knew better—this take wouldn't be the one they kept. They'd run it again, and maybe again, until it was sharper, tighter, exactly what the network wanted.
That was the truth of taping. A half-hour of television could stretch into six, eight hours of work—retakes, setups, rehearsals. Under the bright lights, it wasn't just about being funny or singing well. It was about endurance and the fun of the atmosphere inside the Studio is the one who makes them all endure it.
And Georgie, standing between Roy Clark and Buck Owens, realized that he could endure it.