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A feeeks ago, during a perfore in a leather ro I’d written rather than one approved by y, and dare I say suggestive? Gasp!

The only people privy to my plans were my band and the producer of the shoasto help me step out of the box, so to speak

He was thinking about ratings I was thinking about breaking free of the invisible shackles around my ankles

I kneould cause an uproar I didn’t expect it to start World War III To say Becky was pissed is an understatement The press went crazy Pictures of me in that leather ros across the country

Sweet Nora Hayes isn’t so sweet anymore

From pop princess to crazy train, what happened to Nora Hayes?

I looked daood Sexy, even And people didn’t knohat to do with that My ently reminded him that his wife, who happens to be in the saiven night

“Because that’s who she is,” he replied “You’re not like that”

Don’t they see? I want to be like that I want men to look atfans, I want to appeal to an older, er were inundated with e what on Earth I was thinking Kids asked to download the song parents dee that resembled the leather romper

I thought it esome

America did not

“It’s not a big deal” I toss the jacket onto a nearby chair and grab a bottle of water from the cooler I suck it down faster than I should as I listen to the crowd go crazy They’re chanting e

And I will, because that’s what I do

“Do you hear that?” Becky asks

Oh good, another lecture I suppress ives etic look and turns away I don’t blame him; I wouldn’t want to hear her rattle on either

“Those are your fans Thousands of girls who have posters of you plastered to their walls Parents who spent their hard-earned money so their kids could see you live—even after your stunt at the award show And do you knohat they want?”

“Of course I knohat they want I’ve been doing this sa-and-pony show for years”

Becky’s eyes widen “This dog-and-pony shoho you are—”

“Well, maybe I don’t want to be who I am anymore,” I yell

I’ they can tell me how to act and dress and talk What about what I want?