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~Scarlett~

I’ faht think

Don’t get reat It affords me a lifestyle that most people pine for, and one that I never would’ve drea a celebrity are endless Private parties, fancy cars, more jewelry thanfor front-row seats at my concerts Andbetter than strutting down the red carpet in a designer goith an equally gorgeous escort

But here’s what it all boils down to: I love fame because it was my ticket out of New Hope, South Carolina, the small tohere I was born, raised, and never truly fit in It wasn’t untilstreets of Nashville, Tennessee, that I felt at home

Music broughtI had been searching for: an identity

Of course, I worked iven talent that I’rateful for

So, when I burst out on the stage in front of a hundred thousand fans who all came to scream my name, it’s the thrill of a lifetime

Every daht

“You’re on in three,” I hear in reen roo the first of twelve costuht World Tour

This is show one hundred twenty-three of one twenty-five in four months, and I’m exhausted My voice is tired,est nap on record

But not one soul in the audience will know that tonight I’ll give them the best damn show they’ve ever seen in hopes that they co their friends

I take a deep breath, smooth my hands down my white, off-the-shoulder T-shirt and ripped jeans held on with a few strands and a prayer, then grab e

The rest of the band is already in place, and I can hear the first few notes of one of e floor opens above in to rise onto the platform