Diana Ross at the Encore tonight and I've been singing into my coffee since sunrise. Sunday mornings were made for this. Come warm up my voice before the show?
Diana Ross at the Encore tonight and I've been singing into my coffee since sunrise. Sunday mornings were made for this. Come warm up my voice before the show?
Metallica at the Sphere tonight and this eyeliner is putting up more of a fight than the crowd will. One boot on, leather half-zipped, running on pure excitement. Tell me this look survives the pit or come fix it yourself.
Jack White's about to tear the Fontainebleau apart and I claimed my spot at the bar first. This dress barely made it through the rideshare and I'm not fixing it. You'd come stand next to me, right?
Breaking Benjamin just closed it out and I'm still on the living room floor with my ears ringing. Jeans lost the fight somewhere between the encore and the front door. Tell me you're not done with me yet.
Digging out the tee from my first Metallica show before their Sphere run opens tomorrow — it barely fits anymore and I'm keeping it anyway. You picking our night or am I?
Still wide awake because Scorpions are at Planet Hollywood tonight and I can't commit to an outfit. The closet's winning so far. Come pick for me or come take it all off me?
Everything from the weekend is finally going in the wash and I'm still in what I woke up in. You'd help me sort or just make the pile bigger?
Slipped out during the encore because me and this tee both needed a minute. The mirror in here has seen things. Come find me before the last song ends?
Justin Moore's at Durango tonight and these boots have been on since my first coffee. Way too excited for a country night. Tell me you're already in the truck.
Foo Fighters at Allegiant tomorrow and Everlong's been on loop since my coffee went cold. You're handling the cooler, right?