Jim Bob (pictured), even though a Texan, had never really liked country music. His real love was Tchaikovsky–Swan Lake, etc. After band in high school, a degree in music from the University of Phoenix (on line), and finally taking a doctorate in modern classics from Juilliard, Jim Bob was hoping for a job with a major orchestra, maybe in the percussion section where his natural talents lay.
Sally had always liked the old country song “The Yellow Rose of Texas,” but it really wasn’t her, and there was just something off about “The Yellow Pea of Oregon” . . .
Ginger wished that just once she could go into a country bar, do a little line dancing, and not have some guy use the old (worn completely out) pick up line “Say, Y’all the Yellow Rose of Texas?” What was wrong with being from Nashua, New Hampshire, and why should she always have to explain?
Bonnie had done better at the local Karaoke bars singing than she had anticipated, and now she was headed for Nashville–country was her thing. But, she realized, in addition to Dolly Parton’s “big hair,” Rock stars like Madonna and Lady Gaga, also crowd pleasers, were never were short of bling and flash, and she thought she would follow suit. To begin with, she was thinking gold nails with mother of pearl inlays, spelling her name–either Gator Girl or Gator Baby–but decided not to use her boyfriend’s suggestion “Cold-Hearted Mama”.
