“Really.”
River Ann squealed like she’d won the speed round onFamily Feud. Goldie laughed and left her new friend to invite whoever she wanted.
She caught back up with Joe, who was surrounded by a few lovely country music groupies.
She listened as he explained that no, he wasn’t Tim McGraw.
“Just a carpenter. I promise. And he’s way shorter than me, I’m pretty sure.”
“Come on, Tim, we need to get rolling. Sorry, ladies.”
“Weknewit was you.”
Joe looked at her like she was insane. “You’re not helping,” Joe said.
Goldie kept a straight face.
“Can we get an autograph or a selfie or?—”
“—Listen, we’re running late, but if you want to catch a glimpse of him tomorrow, he likes to shop in this little place called Irish Hills, just up the road.”
The girls seemed positively berserk over that.
“You’re a lot shorter than I thought,” one of the girls said. This time it was Goldie’s height in question.
“Yeah, I’m taking a selfie to prove we met you two.”
Before Goldie could protest, the girls had their backs to her, their cameras in the air, and were snapping pics.
“Wow, Tim McGraw and Faith Hill, we’re hitting the jackpot!”
Goldie got in the truck. If they posted to social, none of the fanboys would care. She looked nothing like Faith Hill. These poor kids were likely drunk or needed their eyes checked.
“We better get out of her before they realize we’re neither of those two.”
Joe slowly navigated his truck through the maze that was the VIP backstage area, and once they got back on M-50, Joe asked the question.
“Okay, so what was that all about? I think you owe good ole Tim McGraw the details.”
Goldie was pleased with herself, and now that it looked like she’d succeeded, she spilled her guts.
“I’ve got about half a dozen country music stars headed to Irish Hills.”
“Yeah, when?”
“Tomorrow. Can you take me to Nora House? I need to fill Libby in on my plan.”
“Will do, and I mean, do I look like Tim McGraw?”
“In a way, you’re taller, but I mean, do I look like Faith Hill?”
“In a way, but you’re shorter.”
They drove back to Irish Hills, and Goldie was feeling mighty proud of herself. If she couldn’t put Irish Hills on the map due to her current career crisis, at least she could make it happen with Drake and his band.
Chapter Eighteen
Goldie
