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3rd Person POV
Music thundered through the vast Astrodome. From a balcony slightly above the stage, Malcolm stood with arms folded, eyes fixed on the boy who commanded the spotlight. Georgie was singing with a depth far beyond his years—like he was letting go of something on that stage.
Beside Malcolm, Rosie shook her head in awe, "He's got them wrapped around his finger," she whispered. "Fourteen years old, and already performing like a legend."
Fenley let out a soft giggle, "Told you—he's a diamond!" she said, her gaze locked on Georgie, who had been effortlessly captivating the crowd since the moment he stepped out.
Malcolm didn't move, eyes never leaving Georgie. His voice barely rose above the pounding music.
"He mirrors emotion so well—smiles, nods, gestures—every move is perfectly timed. But if you really look closer. No flicker. No surprise. It's all rehearsed."
Fenley raised an eyebrow, catching his words over the music. She didn't like where he was going, "So you're saying... it's fake?"
The crowd roared as Georgie offered a casual salute toward his parents. Rosie leaned in, responding instead, "All those gestures… I can't believe this is his first year in the industry," she said, watching the audience eat it all up.
Malcolm exhaled slowly, "He's holding everything in. That's terrifying for someone his age. He's been trained—conditioned—to carry more than he should. Someone taught him to shoulder it all, without ever letting it show."
Fenley's expression shifted—worried now, but Malcolm noticed it quickly.
"For someone his age, Georgie's emotional control is… exceptional. More than any teenager I've ever met," Malcolm continued. "Backstage, he hide his feeling, his fear, his anxiety, all of them is hiding behind his smile, but when they leave and it's just the two of us, he lets it all pour out."
He chuckled awkwardly, "I think he already knows I'm not just his manager."
Rosie and Fenley exchanged nervous laughter, but Malcolm's next words cut through the moment.
"…Are you his lover?"
Fenley didn't answer. She simply gave Malcolm a sharp look that told him to shut up.
"…He doesn't show it outright," Malcolm continued, "but he values stable presence. His friends, his family… even his lover."
He wasn't here to judge. He was a psychologist—paid to observe, not to intervene. And he'd keep his mouth shut about most of what he discovered.
"He really is a genius," Malcolm added, glancing at Fenley. "He can read people, sense what they're doing… and hold it all in. All he needs is support, and he'll give you the world."
It sounded exaggerated—but in his professional opinion, Georgie was a dangerous kind of brilliant.
"He's not asking for help," Rosie whispered.
Malcolm nodded, "He won't. But if he ever does… you'd better help him with all you've got."
He opened the leather-bound notebook in his hands, "I spoke with his parents. The first time he truly felt fear was when his father had a heart attack," Malcolm said seriously. "Every song he writes reflects a part of his life. He wrote one about 'Heaven.' I think he's been carrying that pain ever since."
"When he talks to his little sister or brother, his whole demeanor changes. His eyes… soften. They're his anchor. He'd do anything for them. That's real."
Rosie glanced at the notes in his book, "So… his anchor isn't his parents?"
Malcolm shook his head, "His core is his family—but not necessarily Veronica. Not even you two. If something ever happened to his siblings… I don't know what he'd do."
He closed the book.
Fenley bit her thumb, "…Doesn't matter. As long as my family's safe…" she whispered.
Malcolm gave a small nod, "That's what adults say-." Rosie replied gently. "That's what the head of a household thinks. That's what a man of the house thinks."
"Exactly," Malcolm agreed. It was the simplest truth he could offer.
The music shifted. The crowd roared louder as Georgie finished his last note. All three clapped, their support genuine and warm.
"Should I marry him?" Fenley said quietly. Her words made both Rosie and Malcolm twitch.
From the stage, Georgie called her name, shouting something about the song they'd just released, giving it a spontaneous shout-out to the crowd.
Fenley smiled brightly and shook her head for Georgie's question, "Of course I'm just joking," she told Rosie and Malcolm.
Rosie rolled her eyes. Malcolm muttered, "Well…" but decided not to say what he was really thinking.
They turned back toward the stage as Georgie continued, his energy electric. Around them, couples embraced each other tightly. Rosie and Fenley exchanged a brief, friendly hug.
"Well, I guess my beer's doing its job." Malcolm chuckled, taking another sip.
"Y'all already hugging your partner?!" Georgie's voice echoed across the Astrodome, teasing and playful, filled with that Southern charm only he could pull off so effortlessly. The crowd roared in laughter.
Behind him, the band launched into the bright, unmistakable intro. The vibe changed—electric yet warm. The energy surged.
Georgie grinned, body already swaying to the rhythm.
"Let it all go, y'all! Whatever's on your mind—leave it behind and dance!" he chuckled.
The Astrodome transformed in that instant. The sound of the opening chords pulsed like a heartbeat. Spotlights bloomed in rich amber hues, casting a nostalgic glow over the crowd as Georgie moved forward under the stage lights like a star stepping through time.
(Josh Turner – Why don't We Just Dance)
♪ Baby, why don't we just turn that TV off? ♪
Georgie leaned toward the edge of the stage, like he was sharing a secret. He winked—just enough to cause a wave of cheers.
♪ Fifty channels of nothing but bad news on
Well, it might be me, but the way I see it
The whole wide world has gone crazy… ♪
He pointed to a couple dancing in the front row, spinning and bumping into others who laughed along. Their joy was contagious—raw, imperfect, real.
♪ So baby, why don't we just dance? ♪
The lights deepened into a vintage amber glow as the song carried them into something sweeter, something golden. It was like the room itself began to sway with them. Georgie stepped back, letting the magic unfold.
Mary and George Sr. in the VVIP area were dancing—looking at each other, as if no one else existed. They had space. They had freedom. And for that moment, they had each other.
♪ Guess the little bitty living room ain't going to look like much…
When the lights go down and we move the couch
It's going to be more than enough… ♪
Georgie caught sight of Missy and Veronica, hair flying, laughing without restraint, spinning like two wild hearts unchained.
♪ For my two left feet and our two hearts beating
Nobody's going to see us go crazy
So baby, why don't we just dance? ♪
Connie grabbed Sheldon and spun him in a circle. "No…" he muttered in protest, but she didn't hear—or didn't care. She was dancing. And now, so was he, even if reluctantly.
♪ Down the hall, maybe straight up the stairs
Bouncing off the wall, floating on air… ♪
Georgie turned, spotting his bandmates. James was laughing and doing a goofy shoulder dance, and even the steel guitarist joined in. Kayla moved to the beat, locking eyes with Georgie and swaying in a way that was equal parts playful and seductive.
♪ Baby, why don't we just dance? ♪
Georgie threw his head back in laughter and joined in. No choreography. No perfection. Just dancing—however his body wanted. It was messy. It was wild. And it was perfect.
♪ Baby, why don't you go put your best dress on?
Those high-heeled shoes you love to lose
As soon as the tunes come on… ♪
A spotlight hit a chubby man holding a beer up high—dancing like a legend. Not a drop spilled. The crowd lost it cheering him on.
♪ On second thought, just the way you are
Is already driving me crazy
So baby, why don't we just dance? ♪
Georgie clapped along, eyes shining. Then he noticed George S., Norma, and little George Jr. all dancing together, Jr. trying to keep up, his movements awkward but endearing.
♪ Down the hall, maybe straight up the stairs
Bouncing off the wall, floating on air… ♪
For the first time in a long time, Georgie wasn't weighed down by expectation, responsibility, or the scars of his past.
He was just a kid—dancing like no one was watching.
But everyone was.
And they loved every second of it.
♪ Baby, why don't we just dance? ♪
The final note rang out as the crowd exploded in applause.
Georgie stood center stage, laughing, catching his breath, and letting the noise wash over him.
"Y'all are awesome!" he shouted.
And the Astrodome roared back.
Malcolm stared down at the scene—at the joy, the movement, the light.
He spoke softly, almost to himself, but Rosie and Fenley heard.
"I was wrong…"
He looked down at Georgie.
"Music's helping him too."
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3rd Person POV – Future
Georgie glanced at his phone and chuckled softly at what he'd just heard. After telling Sheldon what had happened earlier, it came as no surprise that Sheldon didn't seem to care much about the world around him.
He was Georgie's little brother, after all.
Georgie had never shared his plan with Sheldon, which slightly annoyed the younger Cooper. Only a select few—those closest to Georgie—were aware of this 'Big Game' he was playing.
As Georgie laughed quietly to himself, the door suddenly swung open with forceful energy, followed by the sound of fast-approaching footsteps.
"Brother!" a girl's voice rang out—loud and oblivious to how important whatever Georgie was doing might be.
Georgie sighed and looked up at the girl who had just barged in, "What is it, Missy?" he asked calmly.
"What? You're not happy to see me?" Missy replied with a dramatic snort and crossed her arms.
Georgie chuckled at her childish behavior, "Do you want a hug from your big brother again?" he teased, stretching his arms wide.
Missy's mouth twitched in response, but she didn't answer. She just sighed, "Forget it. Penny called me. She said Sheldon's acting out again," she said, walking toward him.
Georgie still had his arms outstretched. Missy sighed once more, "Alright…" she muttered, giving in and hugging him.
Even though her body language screamed reluctant, the smile that formed on her face came naturally.
"My little sister is so cute…" Georgie said with a laugh, holding her as she leaned in with mock resignation.
"Shut up!" Missy exclaimed, giving his chest a light smack as she pulled away. Georgie just laughed louder, "Now tell me—what happened?"
Missy plopped herself down on Georgie's lap like it was natural thing and began explaining what had gone down with Sheldon, "That's weird… I just called him a few minutes ago." Georgie muttered.
"…Are you telling me Sheldon's got something going on with Penny?" Missy asked, her lips twitching in disbelief.
"I don't know," Georgie said with a mysterious smirk—that kind of all-knowing smirk that made Missy want to punch him in the face.
Just as Georgie was about to say something else, a new message popped up on his phone, "Oh, that's really…interesting." he said, showing the screen to Missy.
Reading the message, Missy only sighed again, "You want me to go check it out?" she asked, standing up from his lap.
"Well, you are his twin," Georgie said with a grin. "If you want to see him blushing like a tomato, you might wanna go." He chuckled again as he glanced at the message.
"…Is she really that beautiful?" he added, turning to look at Missy.
"No, she's ugly." Missy replied instantly.
"Ahh, so she is beautiful," Georgie teased, grinning. Missy snorted and gave him a death glare.
"Don't you dare!" she warned, pointing a finger at him.
*BITE!
Georgie playfully lunged at her hand like he was going to bite her finger, but she pulled away quickly.
"YOU TRIED TO BITE MY FINGER?!" Missy shouted, hiding her hand behind her back.
"Don't point at me then!" Georgie fired back, folding his arms with a smug expression.
Missy was speechless. She wanted to scream that Georgie had spent way too much time around flirtatious women—but she held back, simply staring at her brother as he raised an eyebrow at her.
Finally, Missy sighed again and asked,
"…Are you really going back to Texas?" Her voice softened as she continued, "Why now? are you coming to Taylor's concert?"
Georgie didn't answer right away—just gave her a sly smirk that left Missy speechless again.
"…Seriously, brother? Does she even know?" she asked carefully.
"I don't know!" Georgie said, laughing. "But James and the others know."
Even so, Georgie wasn't entirely sure if Taylor knew or if the rumors had already reached her.
Missy looked at him seriously.
"…Are you planning to sing again?" she asked.
Georgie simply smiled in response.
Speechless once more, Missy shook her head at her brother who always did whatever he pleased. Eventually, she gave up and headed toward the door.
"I'm going to see Sheldon. Are you sure you don't want to come with me?" she asked one last time.
"Georgie!" a different voice called out as another woman burst into the room, completely ignoring Missy's presence.
Missy scowled at the girl but didn't say anything. The woman didn't acknowledge her either, striding straight toward Georgie.
"Some of the apps are scheduled to launch right after Apple releases their 'Store,' just like you predicted. A few others are still in development," the woman said, addressing Georgie directly.
Missy let out a long sigh as she watched the interaction.
"…You could've just emailed him, Paige," she muttered tiredly.
The woman—Paige Swanson—barely glanced at her, offering only a sideways smirk.
"Oh… hello, Missy," she said coolly.
"You!" Missy shouted, pointing at her.
And just like that, the bickering began again—leaving Georgie stuck in the middle, trying his best to break it up.