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“Hello, LA!” I screa the crowd lose their shit For the next two hours, I work the audience, running fro down the catwalk, and belting the lyrics to their favorite songs At one point, I’m hoisted fifty feet into the air on ropes My show is physically de, with no room for error

If I screw up, I could get hurt, and I won’t let that happen

I also don’t allow for any lip-syncing inI’ve always prided myself on

After the fourth encore, I throw ht “I love you, LA” A thunderous roar ripples through the stadiu “You’re the best there is I’ll see you soon!”

I take a y, before running backstage to spend another two hours doing reets

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Part of it is the attention it brings I enjoy it, and I won’t apologize for it But really, I love everything aboutwith fans for autographs and photos? No probleo to hospitals to spend time with sick fans? My pleasure Another city, another tour, another song? Whatever it takes to breathe life into what I love to do

But it’s not just the music and the notoriety, I also love the community of the country music scene It’s smaller than you’d think The artists are brilliant, kind, and down to earth, and writing music in Nashville is every musician’s dream

And I’ it

I never plan to stopmusic I’ll do it until I’m on my deathbed

“Excellent show, Scar,” er, Susan, says after the final fan leaves and I collapse inmy last costume—a rhinestone-covered jacket and booty shorts over fishnet stockings—a bottle of water clutched in my hand

“It was a fun one,” I agree with a sigh Jesus, I’, and I’m happily exhausted “I can’t believe we only have two shows left on this tour”

“Well, we need to talk about that,” Sue replies, and the concern in her eyes hasup