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Preview:I stood at the side of a huge stage, all decorated with big blue and white and purple backdrops, bright lights shining through them, bathing the crowd in color. The crowd was one of the biggest I'd seen, and they were all cheering and waiting for my wife to come out.My wife, Kara Lipson, is a country music star on the rise. I couldn't be happier for her, following her dream and seeing it through. All the late-night performances at dive bars and the sweltering hot county fair shows throughout the summer. Kara was on the cusp of making it, and big artists were starting to notice her thro...
Preview:
I stood at the side of a huge stage, all decorated with big blue and white and purple backdrops, bright lights shining through them, bathing the crowd in color. The crowd was one of the biggest I'd seen, and they were all cheering and waiting for my wife to come out.
My wife, Kara Lipson, is a country music star on the rise. I couldn't be happier for her, following her dream and seeing it through. All the late-night performances at dive bars and the sweltering hot county fair shows throughout the summer. Kara was on the cusp of making it, and big artists were starting to notice her through social media. We could feel it, she was moments away from hitting it big.
"Ready for the show?"
I turned from the crowd and saw my beautiful bride of five years, a perfect smile on her face and just a hint of nervousness behind her big blue eyes. She wore a tan cowboy hat and had her blonde hair in a long braid that hung over her shoulder. Her acoustic guitar was strapped on her back, the leather strap pulling her blue plaid shirt tight. In typical country girl style, she had her shirt mostly unbuttoned and the bottom tied up to show off her abs. With the sexy shirt she wore a tiny pair of denim Daisy Dukes, tiny cutoff jean shorts so short the pockets hung out of the frayed bottoms. And of course she had on her signature brown cowboy boots. One day she dreamed of having her own line.
"Break a leg," I said, smiling at my wife. How did I ever land her?
She leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, as she pulled back, she grinned, then her band played her onstage. She walked out to the crowd's delight, they screamed her name and she started right into one of her more popular songs.
It was so great watching Kara strut around the stage, she had a great body that was always fun to look at, but she also commanded attention as she moved around the stage, playing and singing, having fun with her band; a drummer, guitarist, and keyboard player. The crowd was loving it.
I couldn't help but think back to our first date, it was a blind date, set up by one of Kara's friends who worked with me. Unlike Kara, I've got a simple office job, working in the research department of a big computer company in Nashville. In those early years, my job helped pay the bills while Kara followed her dream, but once she had that big break and finally skyrocketed up the charts she'd outearn me dozens of times over. It was just a matter of time.
But that first date with Kara, it was incredible. I knew the second I saw her I wanted her to be my wife, not just my girlfriend, and I got so nervous I was shaking. We met at an outdoor taco place and Kara walked up to my table with the coolest confidence I'd ever seen from a woman, her long blonde hair flowing around her bare shoulders. I still remember what she wore that day, a tight peach-colored tank top, a sexy denim skirt, and of course her brown leather cowboy boots. She loved those things.
The first date went well, and I set up several more. To my shock and surprise, Kara really liked me, even though I felt like she was way out of my league. I was just a skinny guy who worked in an office, at the time I had a small apartment, an old sedan, and I was starting to lose my hair. Meanwhile, Kara was this vibrant singer with an incredible energy that I was addicted to.
Kara strutted around the stage, pulling me out of my thoughts to watch as she spun around and shook her ass, a move that got all the attention of all the men in the crowd. It wasn't trashy, just a quick tease, but it got my attention too.
She sang a verse about a couple having fun after dark and that reminded me of our first time. God I was so nervous. It was kind of a disaster.
After a wonderful, but terribly expensive dinner date, Kara finally agreed to come back to my place. At the time we'd been dating about two months.
I stood at the side of a huge stage, all decorated with big blue and white and purple backdrops, bright lights shining through them, bathing the crowd in color. The crowd was one of the biggest I'd seen, and they were all cheering and waiting for my wife to come out.
My wife, Kara Lipson, is a country music star on the rise. I couldn't be happier for her, following her dream and seeing it through. All the late-night performances at dive bars and the sweltering hot county fair shows throughout the summer. Kara was on the cusp of making it, and big artists were starting to notice her through social media. We could feel it, she was moments away from hitting it big.
"Ready for the show?"
I turned from the crowd and saw my beautiful bride of five years, a perfect smile on her face and just a hint of nervousness behind her big blue eyes. She wore a tan cowboy hat and had her blonde hair in a long braid that hung over her shoulder. Her acoustic guitar was strapped on her back, the leather strap pulling her blue plaid shirt tight. In typical country girl style, she had her shirt mostly unbuttoned and the bottom tied up to show off her abs. With the sexy shirt she wore a tiny pair of denim Daisy Dukes, tiny cutoff jean shorts so short the pockets hung out of the frayed bottoms. And of course she had on her signature brown cowboy boots. One day she dreamed of having her own line.
"Break a leg," I said, smiling at my wife. How did I ever land her?
She leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips, as she pulled back, she grinned, then her band played her onstage. She walked out to the crowd's delight, they screamed her name and she started right into one of her more popular songs.
It was so great watching Kara strut around the stage, she had a great body that was always fun to look at, but she also commanded attention as she moved around the stage, playing and singing, having fun with her band; a drummer, guitarist, and keyboard player. The crowd was loving it.
I couldn't help but think back to our first date, it was a blind date, set up by one of Kara's friends who worked with me. Unlike Kara, I've got a simple office job, working in the research department of a big computer company in Nashville. In those early years, my job helped pay the bills while Kara followed her dream, but once she had that big break and finally skyrocketed up the charts she'd outearn me dozens of times over. It was just a matter of time.
But that first date with Kara, it was incredible. I knew the second I saw her I wanted her to be my wife, not just my girlfriend, and I got so nervous I was shaking. We met at an outdoor taco place and Kara walked up to my table with the coolest confidence I'd ever seen from a woman, her long blonde hair flowing around her bare shoulders. I still remember what she wore that day, a tight peach-colored tank top, a sexy denim skirt, and of course her brown leather cowboy boots. She loved those things.
The first date went well, and I set up several more. To my shock and surprise, Kara really liked me, even though I felt like she was way out of my league. I was just a skinny guy who worked in an office, at the time I had a small apartment, an old sedan, and I was starting to lose my hair. Meanwhile, Kara was this vibrant singer with an incredible energy that I was addicted to.
Kara strutted around the stage, pulling me out of my thoughts to watch as she spun around and shook her ass, a move that got all the attention of all the men in the crowd. It wasn't trashy, just a quick tease, but it got my attention too.
She sang a verse about a couple having fun after dark and that reminded me of our first time. God I was so nervous. It was kind of a disaster.
After a wonderful, but terribly expensive dinner date, Kara finally agreed to come back to my place. At the time we'd been dating about two months.
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