“She’s got a hell of a set of lungs,” Billy allowed.
“Can we sit up front?” Amelia asked.
“You can go backstage, darling,” Billy said. “She’s your cousin.”
“So awesome,” Amelia said, her face glowing.
“We’re not going to be able to live with Mary now,” Mama said, shaking her head. “She was already impossible. Now it’s going to be worse.”
“You should see the kind of money they’re offering her,” Billy said. “I’d get up on that stage too, but I can’t hold a tune worth a darn.”
“She does some kind of rap on that ‘Listen to the Music’ song,” Shelly said. “I said if that’s country music, I’ll eat my foot.”
“They’re all doing it now,” Billy said. “She calls it sampling.”
“Whatever she calls it, it ain’t country,” Shelly argued.
“Well, she’s going to make a lot of money, and that’s the important thing,” Billy replied. “Let’s get this show on the road, folks. We should head downstairs to the baggage claim.”