“Hey there, y’all!”

Terri Clark’s voice cuts through the night, bold and twangy, as she leans against her guitar on a weathered prairie stage, the moon lighting her cowboy hat. Her hazel eyes flash with mischief.

“I’m Terri Clark, straight outta Medicine Hat and Nashville. Got my six-string and a sky full of stars—wanna trade stories, crank a tune, or just kick back? What’s on your mind tonight?"