CHAPTER 19
The Internal Tug-Of-War
Once the North American leg of her world tour launched, Rory’s entire life dissolved into a blur of high-octane repetition right away, but she was used to it by now. Her existence became a series of mirrored states—different zip codes, but the same grueling rhythm.
Like a finely tuned machine, she would materialize in massive stadiums and echoing arenas, pouring her soul into every note and step for the hundreds of thousands of fans who screamed her lyrics back at her. When the final curtain fell and the adrenaline ebbed, she would retreat to the sterile luxury of a hotel room, sleeping just long enough to reset before the cycle began all over again.
The glamour of the show was a sharp contrast to the cold reality of the afternoon audio check.
Hours
