mr. mccoy the cowboy said looking into a conversation between jim and two older women. the women wrapped up with a kiss on jim's cheek and went to grab a spot in line. jim looked up and said nothing. mr. mccoy, have someone here i really think that you would like to hear her sing. do you? jim asked, skeptical. the name is melanie. he turned and gestured to poor girl in. a thick barbecue dan filled the air screams and laughter and debates over the approaching crowds. she loves to sing i hope you might have our station and see if she's ready to record. jim looked at her with interest but without leering. he was assessing honestly is this young lady ready for show business? what do you sing he asked her? i like -- or agents face was so grimly focused you think guns were drawn. maranda lambert? she finally asked. i don't know if these fellas will know something that newstead jim gesturing to the road warriors currently setting up and tuning on stage. guitar, drums, bass, two microphones and ponytail speed and thing a little older? stammering but brave she opened her mouth s