Σ¥ Can you write a little story that includes these song titles?

1. Song Sung Blue

2. You Don't Bring Me Flowers Anymore

3. Amazed and Confused

4. I Am, I Said

5. Sweet Caroline

6. America

(Hint....If you say something derogatory about my country, do not bother to submit, my friend.)

Σ￥ Can you write a little story that includes these song titles?
Tonight’s Thoughts

This is SWEET CAROLINE coming to you once again on our “Nightly Radio Show”. My show tonight is a little more solemn than usual because of thoughts that came to me when I went home a couple of evenings ago. I was listening to a SONG SUNG BLUE and it sure fit the feelings that were going through my head.

Have you ever sat back and really looked at our world today. It AMAZED AND CONFUSED me to think how many wars and how much hatred still goes on and for what reason? There is no logical reason. Oh they say a lot of it is for religion and God. Well I’ll never understand that one. Will you? Why can’t we all just appreciate each other’s culture and beliefs? God is who we all want Him to be individually and I don’t know any real God that isn’t love to those who worship Him so why do so many argue and fight over their God?

Another song came on and as I listened to YOU DON’T BRING ME FLOWERS ANYMORE and my thoughts once again wondered off the actual words to my own meaning. There are plenty of flowers being brought all over the place for so many wrong reasons. Flowers left on roadsides where someone was killed by a drunk driver or gunned down for no reason. Look at the news in the war zones and we see all kinds of flowers being carried by mourners or on caskets of not just one but many caskets going to their resting place. Flowers are alive and so beautiful but too often they are being given for the wrong reason.

Why can’t we all be like countries such as AMERICA and Canada that live free to worship and live the way we want to. Oh I’m not saying there isn’t any hatred, racism, and crimes in either place but most of us want to love, be helpful, and friendly to our neighbors don’t we? At least that’s what I believe.

I did a lot of debating to myself about bringing this to our “Nightly Radio Show” but your SWEET CAROLINE thought “yes, I AM,” I SAID to myself out loud, “I’m going to toss it out to my nightly listeners and see what you have to say about it all so call in and let’s hear your opinions on the subject and as we talk may God bless us all.
Reply:I like Neil Diamond
Reply:"I am (amazed AND confused) over the way you just sang that. Hadn't we agreed to do this song country? Why are you rapping it?"

Vic looked up at the stage where his star ingenue glared down at him.

Ah (sweet Caroline)..or used to be sweet Caroline. She would bring flowers to his dressing room with a note of thanks for giving her a chance at stardom.

However, after their first broadway success, she'd become a she-devil of sorts, screaming at everyone and her demands! She was starting to become a liability.

Vic muttered to himself. '(You don't bring me flowers anymore)."

"What?!" screeched Caroline. "I can't hear your mumblings Vic speak up!!"

"I SAID.." Vic yelled. "I thought you said you were going to sing the song country style!"

"(I am, I said) I was going to sing it country...country rap style! Get with the program Vic, this isn't your childhood village from God knows wherever you're from. This is (America)! We do things with style here!"

"What the..?" Vic took a deep breath. She bought the audiences to the play, but God help him he was this close to firing this abnoxious little - -

"I was thinking John.."

Vic glanced up. Caroline was talking to the piano player.

"I've decided we''ll be needing a new number for this act. Do you know the song (Sung Blue)?"

"Um, yeah. You mean the one by -- ?"

"Hey!! Whose the director here??!!"

That was enough. Vic climbed the stairs to the stage.

There was about to be some big changes to his play. Sweet Caroline was outta here!!
Reply:My song is sung blue because your love for me is no more.

That is why I sit and cry on my bedroom floor.

I'm amazed and confused that you could be so cold.

I am, I said, more than you've been told.

Once I was your sweet Caroline with whom you walked upon the shore.

But alas, you don't bring me flowers anymore.

And though we both resign in America, the land of the free.

I am your captive, still hoping you can again love me.



Yes, I'm back. :) I was to busy to check the answers thing for a while.
Reply:No, I mean, Do Your Own Homework!!!!



Edit: Here's the story

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Town square, Dodge City, was a great place to have a square dance. Festus was a-tuning up his fiddle, and U.S. Marshall Matt Dillon was getting things ready for the party, which was about to start.



Caroline Taggart approached Matt, carrying a large cake. "Baked it myself, Matt. You be sure to have a piece, y'hear?" she said.



Matt dipped a pinky into the frosting at the bottom. "Sweet, Caroline. Put that on the table over there," he said, pointing. "I hope you'll do some singing for us later," he added.



"Oh, you'll get your song sung. 'Blue is the color of my true love's eyes,' is the one I'll be singing." She flashed him a dazzling smile. "How come you don't bring me flowers any more?"



"Oh I'm saving all my flowers for Sunshine. She's my flower girl, and I love the flower girl," Matt flashed a dazzling smile of his own. "My Sunshine, she's the finest gal in all of These United States of America." The dazzling smile changed to one of fond reminiscence.



Caroline made a moue.



"Oh, don't pout now," said Matt. "You'll still be singing for us, won't you?"



"I am, I said I would," said Caroline. She walked off, rather huffily, to put the cake on the table.



Festus shook his head. "Matt, I'm just amazed and confused at your ability to attract them womenfolk and push them away at the same time."



Matt laughed.



Festus stage whispered, "Hsst, Don't look now, here comes Miss Kitty."



Edit2:

I think I may have said something derogatory about your country. You'll have to judge.