Me and Bobbie McGee
Copyright© 2025 by JRyter
Chapter 5
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 5 - A young man, aspiring to be a Country Music performer, happens to run into a young girl his age, who is also hoping to make it big in Country Music. After a scuffle in a Truck Stop, he helps her escape her father and step mother. They manage to hitch a ride with a trucker going to Nashville. Once there they lease a room together, and begin to explore Music Row. Their first big break comes when they are allowed to perform on a WSM Radio Sidewalk Broadcast.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa
The DJ turned to the crowd while waving his mic overhead, then when the noise stopped enough, he pulled it down to speak... “We’re taking requests from here on the sidewalk crowd, and from the listeners calling in to the station...
“Please! All of you out here on the sidewalk, if you have a request for Beau Billy and Bobbie McGee, come over and write your song title on our list. Don’t yell your songs, or we’ll just get it messed up if you do...
“We have just over an hour ... make it good folks!
“Remember their names, Beau Billy and Bobbie McGee! You heard them first, live right here on the sidewalk with WSM AM Radio in Nashville, Tennessee. Remember these two, and remember what I’m telling you...
“I PREDICT - BEAU BILLY AND BOBBIE MCGEE ARE GOING ALL THE WAY!”
He took the first request from the crowd and the next dozen or so, from call-ins.
We played for well over an hour. Playing one song, then going right into the next one as soon as he called it out to us.
We were thrilled, and having fun, and the crowd was going wild each time we played another song.
The DJ waved to us, near the end of our time. Then I saw Bobbie lean over and say something to him. He looked up at me and grinned.
“We’re going to close out this session of WSM AM Sidewalk Radio, with a solo by Beau Billy Carter ... Remember this young man’s name folks!
“B-e-a-u B-i-l-l-y C-a-r-t-e-r”
He even spelled my name right for them.
“Amazing Grace ... Play it for us, Beau Billy!”
I looked at Bobbie and she smiled.
I took a deep breath and waved my mic overhead, then told them, “I just want to tell y’all how much we appreciate the chance to play on the radio like this. I want to tell y’all too, this next one is the very first song I taught myself to play all the way through. I’ve slowed the verses to this song, and put a few touches here and there, that makes it a little more Bluesy and a little more special to me, each time I play it. I hope y’all like it.”
I held the mic against my harmonica, with my hands cupped around it and blew down hard on my old harp. I was playing this one for my Ma and Pa. I’m hoping they’re looking down, to see and hear me play on the radio for the first time.
I feel like they can, and I played the most recognized parts of this old hymn through three times, specially for them up there.
AMAZING GRACE
John Newton 1779 - ©
Amazing grace how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see
‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear And grace my fears relieved How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed
The Lord hath promised good to me His word my hope secures He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures
When we’ve been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise Than when we first begun ----------------------------------------------------------------
I played it through three times, back to back, and when I stopped playing, there was a roar from the crowd, and a rush of folks coming at me so fast, I stepped back against the brick wall.
There were girls my age swarming me, wanting my autograph. When the first girl asked me to sign the t-shirt she’s wearing, I was so stunned, I looked at her like I didn’t hear what she said.
“PLEASE?” she said and gave me an pen ... I didn’t know where to sign her shirt until she reached up to pull it tight, just below her neck.
... I must have signed at least fifty t-shirts just like that, and three or four dozen pieces of plain paper ... and Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, I have no idea how many dollar bills and ball caps I signed, for boys and girls ... Plus, swarm after swarm of women were coming to me smiling. Some even hugging me as a friend took our picture with a cellphone. Then they were swapping phones back and forth, laughing and still taking pictures of me with different women the whole time.
I didn’t know what to think, people asking for my autograph. I felt good though, and I was grinning as I talked to each of them while signing my name, still getting my picture made the whole time.
The WSM Radio crew were wrapping up their cords and packing the last of their gear while all this is happening.
When the crowd finally thinned out and moved on, Bobbie came over to me. She was as happy as I’ve seen her, in the short time we’ve known each other.
“We did it Beau! We sang on the radio just like Jim said we would. I felt like I was a real star with you playing and me singing.”
“It sure did feel special, didn’t it? Did you see all those people asking for my autograph, then taking my picture, and some of the girls and women even kissing me as the others were taking our pictures? That really made me feel good.”
“Yeah, I must have signed at least thirty or forty autographs, myself. I was so nervous, I could hardly write my own name. I wish I could write fancy so it will look good. Do you reckon we can practice signing our names when we get back to the room?”
“Sure we can. I’ve got a feeling you’ll be signing your name a lot more in the near future...
“You-are-good-Girl!”
Bobbie hugged me right there on the sidewalk, and this time I didn’t back up. I guess it’s because we’re both so excited.
“Where did Darlene and Darrel get off to?” I asked, when I looked around and didn’t see them.
We’re walking down the sidewalk by now, headed back the other way.
“They left in a hurry. She said they’d see us down here again this week, if we come back. That was when I was signing my name on all the ball caps and t-shirts. Then I looked up, and they were gone.”
“Bobbie, I think we deserve a treat after all this. Seeing as how it was all unexpected, and this was our first time ever, to be on the radio. I sure wish I could have heard us on the radio. That would be real special, hearing us play on the radio, wouldn’t it?”
“I was thinking the same thing. I wonder how many people there was out there, who heard us, and how many really did like us? The folks here on the sidewalk sure seemed to like us, didn’t they?”
“Yeah they did ... Hey, let’s go in this place and get a hamburger and some french fries. I’m hungry and you need to put on some weight if you’re ever gonna grow any tits.”
She drew back and hit my shoulder with her fist.
But she’s grinning, and her face is red.
The place we went in, has signs in the window about hamburgers on special. We sat at a table close to the door so we can see people walking past on the sidewalk.
A young girl who looks to be only a year or so older than us, came to wait on us.
“What’ll y’all have? We have a lunch special today, two Banjo Burger Plates with fries for $12.00, plus your drink.”
“What’s a Banjo Burger?” I’d never heard of them.
“It’s called that cause it’s really big around and it’s served on a platter shaped like a banjo, with a handle on it. It comes with everything too.”
“Bring us two of them and we’ll have some sweet iced tea,” I told her.
“I’ll be right back with your tea,” she said and left.
“Beau, I thought we agreed that we’re gonna drink water. That tea will cost a lot of extra money.”
“We’re celebrating Bobbie! We just now sang on the radio for over an hour, and we were told we need an agent, cause we were going to the top.”
“Well, we may be going, but we’re not there yet! I want to believe them, but I’m still scared. Ain’t you scared just a little bit?”
“Heck Yeah, I’m scared. I’m scared about all we’ve seen and done, while we’ve only been here a few days. I’m scared just sitting here where all the famous folks have sat over the years. They had to be just as scared as we are now, before making it big...
“Jim and Millie both told us we were gonna make it, cause we have what it takes. Old Joe told me all along, that I was good enough to make it. That WSM D J just now told us to get ready for one hell of a ride, cause we’re going to the top. I reckon I’ve got to start believing what others say to me, and believe in myself...
“You need to do the same.”
“I hope you’re right, but it scares me when we spend money, and we ain’t got none coming in. We need to find jobs as soon as we can, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, but we need to do a lot more of what we just did. You know, kinda test the water, as we’ve heard folks say down here. Now that we’ve done that and they like us, we need to see if we can’t find an agent who will do us right.”
“At the end of your last song, the D J asked me if we had cellphones and I told him we didn’t. He asked me where we live and I told him the address at Millie’s. Do you think that was alright?”
“He did? You did? I didn’t hear that! Sure it’s alright, just in case some big Country Music Agent hears us on the radio and wants to talk to us about being our agent.”
I laughed at that, myself.
“Beau, sometimes you say things that are plumb funny. We’d both be shocked if a man came to see us and started talking about being our agent, and you know it.”
The waitress put our tea on the table and started talking, “I heard y’all talking about getting an agent. Are both of you singers, or what?”
“Bobbie’s the singer. I play harmonica. We just got here a few days ago.”
“I came to Nashville six years ago, hoping to be discovered as a singer. I took a job here to get by until I could make it. I’m still here and still hoping to make it. A few months after I got here, I met a boy who plays in a band on weekends and we went out a few times, then I got pregnant. We’re married now and he works at Lowe’s six days a week, and plays in a band three nights a week, at a club outside Nashville. I sure hope y’all make it. It’s not easy, but some folks just come here and become big stars right away. I guess they’ve got some pull and get the right agent...
“We never did get an agent,” she said, as we sat looking at her, listening.
I felt the air coming out of me like a big truck tire with a nail hole in it. I sure didn’t need to hear her story, even though I know there has to be more like her, than there are the ones who go on to make it big.
Bobbie surprised me when she told the girl, “Well, we just got here a few days ago, and we’re going to be two of the ones who make it. We’ve both made up our minds already, that we are. Each of us have got an appointment with a talent scout who runs a recording studio ... Plus, we played on the sidewalk radio broadcast just now, for over an hour, and the D J told us we need to get an agent, cause we’re going to the top...
“Beau and I are gonna be two of the ones who make it! I hope you do too, one day.”
At first, she sounds as if she’s mad that the girl told us her hard-luck story, then she went on to make sure the girl knew we mean business and have already gotten some radio exposure.
“I’m glad things are turning out better for y’all, than us. You’re both young enough to hang in there long enough to make it. I was when I came here. I was seventeen, and dumb as shit. Just don’t get pregnant ... Don’t get me wrong, I love my precious little girl, but it takes away from your dreams and what you need to be doing, if you’re ever going to make it.”
“We’re not gonna get pregnant! Least ways, I’m not. Beau and me are just friends. We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend. We rented a place together to save on expenses, and we’re lookin out for each other. We’re gonna make it, or bust wide open trying.”
Again, Bobbie sounds as if she’s mad, but I knew she wasn’t.
“Well, the best thing you can do ... and don’t be offended by what I say, but you need to go to the nearest public health clinic. They’ll give you some free birth control pills. That way you’ll be safe if you happen to slip up ... and want to do it one night.”
I looked around at Bobbie ... I just knew she was going to fly into the girl for saying that.
But she didn’t.
“I may do that, just in case ... Cause I don’t have time to raise a baby right now. I’m going to be a famous singer one day, then I can have babies and afford to spoil them. I hope you and your husband never stop dreaming and trying. If you have what it takes, you’ll get there.”
Bobbie sounds like she’s the one with the most confidence now.
“Good for you, and thanks for the encouragement. I guess I need to be more like you...
...”Say, if y’all want to sing a number or two, there’s a stage back there, and if you sing good enough to get three requests from the crowd, Ruthie will buy your lunch.”
“Who is Ruthie?”
“She owns this place, Ruthie’s Dixie Burger Bar and Grill.”
“What do we have to do to get a chance to sing? There’s no one up there now,” I said, raising up to look back toward the stage. The lights aren’t even on.
“The crowd’s not here yet, but just wait, this place will be packed soon. If you want to give it a try, you need to go see Ruthie, over there right now, and sign the waiver so she’ll let you sing. There’s always a few who come here to sing and play...
“Plus, there’s always a crowd that comes here to eat lunch, who work around here. There’s even some in the music business who come here regularly, so you never know who may be here.”
Bobbie was up and gone while she’s still talking.
I stood to look around, then I saw Bobbie talking to a big fat woman wearing a pink dress. They’re laughing and having a good time over there.
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