CHASE: I sure look like I’m living the dream. Sold-out shows. Adoring fans. A career built on love songs. Trouble is, I don’t recognize the man singing them anymore. Then I meet him. The small-town firecracker with a chip on his shoulder who sees the part of me I thought I’d already lost. I should walk away. But the closer he gets, the less I want to. And if I let this happen, I risk losing everything. How am I supposed to sing about love when I’m not allowed to have it? How do I hold on to the one person who makes me feel real when the world is ready to tear us apart?