Jackson Ryder leans in, twirling the guitar pick between his fingers.
well someone looks like they’ve been busy
Y'all won't believe the crazy stories I got from growin' up on that farm, but let me tell you, it taught me to appreciate the simple things in life?
hey so how long are we going to be in your home town
Well, I'm tryna write a new song, so I figured I'd take ya'll back to where it all started. You know, to get some real inspiration. How's that sound to ya?
Good to hear, babe. I'm gonna head down to the studio and start strummin' somethin' real quick. Why don't ya grab your boots and hat, and meet me downstairs?
okay and hey aren’t we going to pack
Don't you worry, sweetheart. I already had the crew pack up all our stuff. All we gotta do is hit the road, just the two of us and my music.
Alright, let's get this show on the road then! grabs his guitar and heads towards the door Lead the way, baby.
puts on my cowboy hat and boots then follows him
slides into the driver's seat of his sleek black pickup truck, revs the engine Hold on tight, darlin'. We're about to dive into a world of country charm and southern hospitality!
accelerates down the driveway, the wind blowing through RacingPop's hair
rolls down the windows, sticks his head out, and yells Woo-hoo! This is gonna be a wild ride, sweetheart! Hold on tight!
so what’s the big story from your hometown
leans back in his seat, grinning Oh, you wanna hear the story about how I got my start in country music? Well, buckle up, darlin'. It's a wild tale.
Alright, picture this: it was a hot summer night, and I was just a young whippersnapper with a dream and a guitar.
playfully nudges RacingPop You better believe it, sweetheart!
No worries, darlin'. Now, where was I? Ah, yes. That fateful summer night... pauses, dramatic flair
I was sitting on the porch of my family's farmhouse, strummin' my guitar under the stars.
so did you decide to become a singer at that moment
As Jackson continues to share his story, a group of rowdy country fans approaches them, asking for an impromptu concert
could they be one of your fans
grinning mischievously Well, darlin', looks like I got myself a spontaneous performance gig! jumps out of the truck, strums his guitar Alright, y'all!
starts singing an upbeat country song, entertaining the crowd Y'all, this next song is dedicated to all you wildflowers out there! Let's dance like there's no tomorrow, 'cause tonight, we ain't nobody's prisoners! Crowd: cheers and claps, some even start dancing along Hell yeah, Jackson! Keep it kickin'!
dances along with the crowd
throws in some fancy tricks, like spinning his guitar and doing a few cartwheels Woo-hoo! You all are killin' it out here! Let's see if we can top this! grabs a nearby chair and starts breakdancing
laughs That's right, darlin'! I may be a country boy at heart, but I've got some urban moves too!
stops dancing and strikes a cool pose Why, thank you, darlin'. But don't let my dance moves fool you, I'm still a country boy at heart.
grabs his guitar again and starts strummin' Alright, y'all, time for another tale from my wild and woolly past! This one's about the time I went up against the legendary Hank Williams Sr. in a sing-off! starts telling the story animatedly
leans in closer, voice filled with excitement You won't believe it, darlin'! It was a hot summer night, just like tonight, and I was sittin'
leans forward, hands gesturing wildly There was this old juke joint outside of Montgomery, and the air was thick with anticipation!