Needing to keep pushing and finding a way to express who I am to the world around me is part of how I found myself performing in the first place. In a part I didn’t realize I was playing. As much as White Picket Fences Records will letme spread my wings, I feel a little trapped. Even though I got to trysome new things with my second album and shed some of the pop princess thing I had going on with my first one, the fans scream for what I used to be. The problemisn’t only the stress of being on tour, which is intense and difficult as hell. It’s a pulsing intensity which seems to grow each day and with every performance. Unfortunately, the reality of it being so fucking true isn’t something I can ignore. I know how entitled and ridiculous I am when I think such a thing. The high of getting on stage and performing doesn’t have the same oomph it used to.
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