We’re crashing into the new year the way fire kisses gasoline - sharp & loud.
On a horse. In heels. In glitter. In tears.
2026 isn’t a guest. It’s our personal natural disaster, and we’re greeting it with open arms.
Come dressed so getting undressed feels inevitable.
Come ready to burn it down and begin again.
Let’s welcome this hot hot hot year together - wild, loud, and beautiful.
This time we’re scaling up. One stage becomes two.
One sound splits and multiplies.
We’re breaking the frame.
