Bristol scrolled through the eight photos, smiled at the clever caption, nodded, and handed the phone back to Dom. “Thank you.”

She sat up straight and allowed everyone who hustled and bustled around her to get their job done. Since the venue was outdoors, Bristol decided on a yellow summer dress with a slight flare at the waist to start the concert. Halfway through, when it changed to the devil portion of the show, she would slip into a high-waist, textured plum skirt, black camisole, and a silver and purple jacket with black swirls. The outfit was flashy but fun.

The first song of the concert was always a fast one to get people excited. Then she slowed it down and played most of her love songs like “My Dreams” and “The Open Road” and “Red Heart.” Half of her Grammy wins were sweet love songs that had hope and positive messages.

The second half of her concert was a whole different vibe. Bristol got to show her sexy side. She played faster songs that were about bad breakups, strong women, and finding your true self. She angrily sang the songs when she thought of the injustice that queer people faced daily. She ended it with her song “Forever” a cappella style again. She walked offstage after saying “good night” and waited. The crowd was deafening. Lizzy gave her the thumbs-up from the other side of the stage. Waiting this long was a gamble, but one Bristol knew would pay off. She would end the encore with a rousing rendition of her party anthem “Turn It Up,” but right now she wanted to soak up the reaction. She drank water and waited until her band nodded, and they all took the stage together. Two more songs and then she could rest on the bus.

“We love you, Bristol!” a group of fans near the front yelled in the slip of time before she started the final song. It made her smile.

“I love you all, too!” She meant it. It wasn’t like her to be overly emotional, but lately the shouts from the crowd were settling heavily on her heart. Maybe because she knew this was her last tour or maybe because she was stretched too thin and her emotions were struggling to stay firm on the taut line of her existence. She finished her final song. “Thank you, Denver, for being one of my favorite places!” She didn’t think about what she said. She just blurted it out. “And you gave us one of your own, Annie Foster, who’s going to be on the road with us for the remainder of the Angel/Devil Tour. Good night and stay safe!”

Lizzy hugged her on her way offstage. “Brilliant as always.”

“It felt good.”

“It showed. Now, let’s get on the bus and get out of here,” Lizzy said.