“If I do this…” Who was she kidding? I scoffed and said, “You’re doing it.” “If I do this, you let me sing what I want and do what I want on stage… Let me change my brand here.” “Change it into what?" “Not the all-American sweetheart I’m sick of being.” “Interesting. Don’t want to be a good girl anymore, huh?” She’d shown me her hand.
