Olivia Rodrigo's music has been on rotation for me lately, especially her latest album, "You Seem Pretty Sad for a Girl So in Love." Mental health and self confidence is something I have always struggled with and the way she expresses those topics in her lyrics truly hit home for me. The song "What's Wrong With Me" with Robert Smith is one of my favorites in her recent album. The lyrics, "It's like somebody put a weight on my chest, I should talk to a friend, but I can't get out of bed," are some that I can deeply relate to. With everything, but in regards to depression especially, healing is almost never a linear process. There are days and moments where I have zero energy or motivation to do anything--not because of a lack of sleep or getting home after a long and busy day, but rather a deeper feeling in my chest that is difficult to explain. On a more bright note, I also adore her album "Guts." One of my favorites off of the album, actually from the deluxe edition titled "Guts (Spilled)," is a song called "So American." It is definitely more upbeat and a pure and energetic love song compared to the majority of her discography, typically being yearning breakup ballads or spiteful songs directed towards specific people. I have personal experience with having a fun romantic kind of relationship where all you want to do is either be with that person or talk about them to your friends. She says in the song, "God, I'm so boring, and I'm so rude, can't have a conversation if it's not all about you." I have had phases where I felt so enamored with someone to the point where they truly take over my mind. Although it is not something I can relate to at this moment in time, the song is still one of my favorites to listen to from her. Olivia Rodrigo's discography is very important to me due to the fact that I feel heard when I listen to her music. She expresses her emotions in a way that are so easy for me to understand and I adore that about her and her music. I believe that she is truly an inspiration for people and girls everywhere, especially with her music festival coming up, Daisy Chain Fields Music Festival, which features an all female lineup with all proceeds going towards charity. She is a positive role model to all of her fans, and I am so thankful that I have her music to relate to.

The only thing that has been a constant factor in all of my life is art, even if its meaning to me has fluctuated over time. It started as a hobby for me when I was a child, but after my father passed away from a long battle with cancer, it became a coping mechanism for me. I started to see a counselor regularly to help me cope and deal with my emotions. She prepared a packet for me to fill out every time we saw each other. Every one of the pages gave information about the illness, and allowed me to talk about my father and how I felt. There was plenty of space in there for me to draw pictures of whatever I wanted, but doodles of my family quickly took over the pages. I quickly took my interest in drawing into my own pieces of paper and notebooks, and soon realized that this was more than just a hobby for me--it was a true passion. As I grew up and started to more often get asked what I wanted to do when I graduated, I told them art. No matter who it was that asked, they knew that would be my answer since everyone knew my reputation of drawing and painting and automatically assumed that would be what I would do for the rest of my life, which they assumed right. I am attending Buena Vista University double majoring in studio art and graphic design. I love experimenting with various mediums and techniques, and I want to continue that after my 4 years at college. I am overwhelmed with my various potential career paths, I am unsure where to begin. I love the idea of advertising--being able to influence people into buying a product, or using mass media to get important messages out that others are too afraid to speak of. Painting is something I have always loved, and I dream of having my artwork in galleries and being able to sell physical pieces to people. However, after my future years of experience in various fields, I truly dream of teaching at a collegiate level. This way, I will be able to speak with others more regularly about our shared passion of art. I will have the opportunity to share my experiences I have lived through with art, and be able to give students more knowledge on the subject to be able to pass on my passion to future generations of artists.

I'd like to say that I create art to, like anyone else, express my emotions, but that's just the surface of it. I create art to discover myself because during almost my entire life as an artist, I've learned that I can learn more through a pencil or brush and a piece of paper than having conversations. During my first year as an art student at Buena Vista University, it truly feels like I have lived a whole lifetime in the past 9 months. My mental health is something that I struggled with a lot this past academic year due to many factors--relationships, friends, school, and my attempts of becoming the best. Comparing myself is something I have always had a difficult time with, but was especially prevalent as a college freshman. I came into school as a graphic design major and I was set on that. However, over time I became more insecure in what I created. In high school, I recognized that my peers looked up to me as an artist--my art was displayed in the local gallery, I won awards, and got plenty of recognition. I didn't feel that same power when I arrived to college, and I soon felt lost. To over come this, I began to experiment more in mediums, methods, and styles, I realized that there is more for me to learn than just graphic design. I added a studio art alongside my graphic design major, and I have never felt so free. For my final for my visual literacy class, we were asked to create a piece of artwork based off of a metaphor. I have always admired mosaics and how they shine. They are these beautiful pieces of art made from smaller, broken pieces of glass, tile, and other similar materials. I used to write poetry to express my emotions, and I came across something I wrote a few years ago: “I am a mosaic because I represent a piece of everyone I have ever cared for." I created a digital portrait of myself in a similar style of a mosaic. I used to struggle with individuality and who I truly was without the influence of others, but I came to realize that I am my own masterpiece made up of my own experiences and my own loved ones I surround myself with. Creating this piece of artwork has helped me explore more of my individuality and what I am capable of creating. I am thankful for art as it has always been a constant factor in my life. I love creating visual art to share my own experiences and emotions, in hopes it will give viewers a sense of relatability so that they don't feel alone. Regarding what I'd like to do for college, I truly want to do everything. I love learning and experimenting with new mediums and techniques, and that is what I dream of doing. I want to get into advertisement, I want to paint, and someday, I hope that I can teach at a collegiate level so I can further share my experiences with students and help them gain knowledge and passion about art.

Designing and creating artwork has been a part of who I am for the majority of my life. Because of certain events I went through in my childhood, artwork started as a coping mechanism for me. However, as I fell more in love with the hobby, I realized I wanted to turn it into something more one day. My motivation to create and pursue artwork continues to be due to my passion's origins. At the young age of 6 years old after a long battle, my dad passed away from cancer. It left my mom and me alone in a way, trying to navigate our own and each other’s lives. Especially because of the little time I have been in the world so far, it felt hard for me to comprehend exactly what had happened. I started to see a counselor regularly to help me cope and deal with my emotions. She prepared a packet for me to fill out every time we saw each other. Every one of the pages gave information about the illness, and allowed me to talk about my father and how I felt. There was plenty of space in there for me to draw pictures of whatever I wanted, but doodles of my family quickly took over the pages. I soon took my interest in drawing out of the counseling packet into my own notebooks and sheets of printing paper. I began doodling and coloring flowers and made up people created by combinations of physical features I liked. The pages soon took over my room and all of my schoolwork, as well as my free time. I began to receive art supplies from family members, and I quickly realized that I wanted to work with art for the rest of my life. I am attending Buena Vista University for graphic design, in hopes to get important and impactful messages out there one day as an art director for advertisements and campaigns. My passion for art has gotten me through hardships in life as well as gaining skills along the way. I believe that there is an aspect of relatability in the media that is incredibly important for people to have access to, no matter what they are going through. I know that when I was younger, seeing media that I could relate to would brighten up my day and make me feel not so alone. For anyone, especially kids with developing minds, it is vital for them to feel seen and I want to be able to give people that comforting feeling through my work in the future. All someone can do is push through their adversities and never give up because there are always brighter days ahead. Remembering why I started creating art will always guide me through hardships in life, whether it's about art or not.

One of my favorite paintings I've made recently is one I did for a school assignment–the prompt for the project was “Hopes and Dreams or Fears and Nightmares.” I did my own twist on my fears and nightmares. When you hear those words, you typically think of a dark environment with monsters or similar creatures, but my painting consisted of a portrait of me, flowers with meanings of love, and a collage fitting to the fear; being blinded by love. I’ve always been my own person without feeling the need to seek love from a romantic partner. I love how independent I’ve become over the years, and I’m afraid to lose that.

My passion for art began at the young age of 6 years old for me, shortly after my father passed away after a long battle with cancer. It began as a coping mechanism for me by filling the pages of my counseling packet with doodles and sketches of my family. However, I fell in love with being able to create artwork just from a pencil, and soon took my passion into my own notebooks and sheets of printing paper. Art class is what I began to look forward to everyday at school, and ended up being the thing that gave me motivation to get out of bed on days where it was hard to. As I got older, I would, and still do, reflect on my childhood and how that shaped me into who I am today. I believe if I never went through what I did, I would be more outgoing and athletic, which can both be seen as positives, but I don’t think I would’ve found my love for art. During my senior year of high school, it truly began to hit me that I’m growing up and I’m moving away for college soon. The majority of the artwork I created during the school year displayed themes of self-growth and nostalgia. Most of my paintings made in that time period were self portraits that showed a variety of emotions. My favorite I made that year was one of the first–the prompt for the project was “Hopes and Dreams or Fears and Nightmares.” I did my own twist on my fears and nightmares. When you hear those words, you typically think of a dark environment with monsters or similar creatures, but my painting consisted of a portrait of me, flowers with meanings of love, and a collage fitting to the fear; being blinded by love. I’ve always been my own person without feeling the need to seek love from a romantic partner. I love how independent I’ve become over the years, and I’m afraid to lose that. While I’m not pursuing studio art in college, physical artwork will always hold a special place in my heart because of the origins of my passion. I am attending Buena Vista University in Storm Lake, Iowa for graphic design, in hopes to get important and impactful messages out there one day as an art director for advertisements and campaigns. My love for art has gotten me through hardships in life as well as gaining skills along the way. I believe that there is an aspect of relatability in the media that is incredibly important for people to have access to, no matter what they are going through. I know that when I was younger, seeing media that I could relate to would brighten up my day and make me feel not so alone. All someone can do is push through their adversities and never give up because there are always brighter days ahead.

Artistic hobbies, such as drawing and painting, originally started in my life as a coping mechanism, other than art projects for school just to get a good grade out of them. Creative pursuits remain to act soothing and helpful to one's mental and emotional state, and I can confidently say this from personal experience. It is a shame that art programs are typically overlooked and underfunded, because art is all around us--whether it is paintings, music, dances, or sculptures you see in public, you typically cannot go an entire day without encountering any of the arts. Creating pieces of work have truly helped me in the long run, and continue to benefit me to this day. I want to be able to help others in the same way someday by sending vital and meaningful messages through my artwork. At the young age of 6 years old after a long battle, my dad passed away from cancer. It left my mom and me alone in a way, trying to navigate our own and each other’s lives. Especially because of the little time I have been in the world so far, it felt hard for me to comprehend exactly what had happened. I started to see a counselor regularly to help me cope and deal with my emotions. She prepared a packet for me to fill out every time we saw each other. Every one of the pages gave information about the illness, and allowed me to talk about my father and how I felt. There was plenty of space in there for me to draw pictures of whatever I wanted, but doodles of my family quickly took over the pages. I soon took my interest in drawing out of the counseling packet into my own notebooks and sheets of printing paper at home. I began doodling and coloring flowers and made up people created by combinations of physical features I admired. The pages soon took over my room and all of my schoolwork, as well as my free time. I did nothing but surround myself in artwork. Because of this, I began to receive art supplies and plenty of support from family members, friends, and other loved ones, and I quickly realized that I wanted to work with art for the rest of my life. I am attending Buena Vista University in Storm Lake, Iowa for graphic design, in hopes to get important and impactful messages out there one day as an art director for advertisements and campaigns. My passion for art has gotten me through hardships in life as well as gaining skills along the way. I believe that there is an aspect of relatability in the media that is incredibly important for people to have access to, no matter what they are going through. I know that when I was younger, seeing media that I could relate to would brighten up my day and make me feel not so alone. All someone can do is push through their adversities and never give up because there are always brighter days ahead.

My greatest achievement to date is graduating high school. I know, it sounds silly since it’s not out of the ordinary for someone applying for a scholarship. I could say that my greatest achievement to date has been getting my artwork accepted into different art shows and museum exhibitions, or passing exams I put my heart and soul into studying for, but that wouldn’t be truthful even if I’m proud of those as well. I’m writing this essay the day after my graduation ceremony, reflecting back on my life in elementary, middle school, and high school and how it led me to walking across the stage yesterday. In middle school, I was at a point in my life where I wasn’t sure if I could even see myself being handed my diploma. Not because of grades, I’ve always done fine for myself in that area, but rather due to my mental health. There are many aspects that led to my depression that I could talk about, but that’s an entirely different story. However, at the time I told myself I wouldn’t be here to graduate. Pressure from my peers built those thoughts up gradually, eventually forming a wall around myself causing me to isolate myself as if I truly was dying. With support from my friends and my family, they gave me the help and attention I needed, and receiving my diploma proved my 12 year old self wrong–I graduated high school. During my senior year, nothing truly hit me about moving away from my friends, family, and soon to be past peers. I was simply excited for a new beginning since I’ve been stuck in the same town my entire life. However, a few days before my last day of high school, everyone in my class walked through the elementary and middle schools in our caps and gowns. Walking through my old schools really put things into perspective for me. I thought to myself, “I’m growing up, I’m moving away, I won’t be in a classroom with these people again, or share the hallways with them,” as everything hit me at once. Even if I suddenly became more sentimental about everything in just a few days, I am equally excited as I was before for a fresh start at college. Over the years I’ve become more outspoken, intelligent, and caring towards others. I hope to continue to grow in the future, as I study graphic design and business to spread vital messages to the world. After college I plan to eventually become an art director for a creative company, because I believe you can display important messages through artwork. If I pushed through the hardships that came my way up to this point, I know I can achieve anything I put my mind to.

From my experience and seeing my friends around me, I can confidently state that art is beneficial to the mind. Painting, drawing, and viewing other peoples’ creations have helped me get through my struggles that have come at me in my life. Creating art gives you an outlet to express your emotions, while viewing it can give you a sense of relatability that I admire. Art is important in any culture and vital for people to recognize to soothe their minds. At the young age of 6 years old after a long battle, my dad passed away from cancer. It left my mom and me alone in a way, trying to navigate our own and each other’s lives. Especially because of the little time I have been in the world so far, it felt hard for me to comprehend exactly what had happened. I started to see a counselor regularly to help me cope and deal with my emotions. She prepared a packet for me to fill out every time we saw each other. Every one of the pages gave information about the illness, and allowed me to talk about my father and how I felt. There was plenty of space in there for me to draw pictures of whatever I wanted, but doodles of my family quickly took over the pages. I soon took my interest in drawing out of the counseling packet into my own notebooks and sheets of printing paper. I began doodling and coloring flowers and made up people created by combinations of physical features I liked. The pages soon took over my room and all of my schoolwork, as well as my free time. I began to receive art supplies from family members, and I quickly realized that I wanted to work with art for the rest of my life. I am attending Buena Vista University for graphic design, in hopes to get important and impactful messages out there one day as an art director for advertisements and campaigns. My passion for art has gotten me through hardships in life as well as gaining skills along the way. I believe that there is an aspect of relatability in the media that is incredibly important for people to have access to, no matter what they are going through. I know that when I was younger, seeing media that I could relate to would brighten up my day and make me feel not so alone. All someone can do is push through their adversities and never give up because there are always brighter days ahead.

When I was at the young age of 6 years old, my dad passed away due to cancer. I didn’t realize it at the time, because my mom tried to hide her struggles from me as best as she could, but looking back on my memories I can now tell that we were struggling financially. My dad leaving us left both of us in a difficult place emotionally, mentally, and financially. However, having experienced seeing what it looks like to be in a poor financial state has given me motivation to be better with saving money to prepare for the unexpected. There would be times at home where the electricity would not turn on or the sinks wouldn’t produce any water. When I asked my mom if she knew what was going on, she would tell me, “I just forgot to pay it. They’ll go back on shortly.” On a few occasions, however, it would be days until the power would turn back on. This gave us issues with our food especially, because if the power goes out, that means the refrigerator isn’t on either. The refrigerator we used to have was pretty old, and wouldn’t work properly from time to time. Just last year, it quit working entirely. We couldn’t afford a new refrigerator, and because of us not owning a working one, there was barely any food and drinks at home. Oftentimes, we resorted to going out to eat, but that took funds out of our pocket that should’ve gone to a new refrigerator. Looking back, we should’ve used food saved in the pantry more often than we did, but the reason we didn’t was because of the lack of ingredients. Eventually, my aunt was kind enough to help us out and find an affordable refrigerator for us which is still functioning to this day. I have seen many examples of poor spending habits from my relatives and my friends and how they can easily impact their lives, which viewing the consequences of them can guide me away from what not to do when it comes to money. Although I don’t plan on working much in the next few months before I move away, I’ve already been saving up a lot of money to help me sparingly throughout the summer before college. Financial literacy classes in school have assisted me in knowing how to spend my money sparingly, how much of my paycheck to put in my savings, and more. Knowing these skills will help me for the future to be prepared for anything that comes my way.

When I was about 8 years old, I had to quit attending piano lessons, due to my mom no longer being able to afford them, which absolutely devastated me. I loved learning to create rhythmic music from the keys. However, at school just another year later, music teachers from all over the district came to my elementary school for all of the students to try out instruments. We each went through and tried each one, and gave us a rating for every instrument they think we’d be successful at. My highest score was for the violin, so that’s what I stuck with in the following years, which ended up being one of my best decisions, leading to me falling in love with the instrument. I began playing the violin in fifth grade and would spend all of my free time playing and practicing--I wanted to become the best in my class, which I did. I participated in the solo festival the next four years and got exceptionally good scores every time. However, even though the scores remained good, they began to fall when 7th grade hit. At the beginning of the school year, I lost one of my family members in a motorcycle accident. The loss affected my mental and emotional state detrimentally, and I began to lose motivation to work on anything. Because of this, I fell back in school, and making up all of those assignments took away time to practice violin. I began to fall back in the seating and I felt incredibly guilty and embarrassed. My classmates had always seen me as the first chair, but that vision became blurry when someone else was in what I saw as my seat. I viewed freshman year of high school as a new start for me. I didn’t know most of the people in the orchestra, so I began to practice again even more as I saw an opportunity to prove myself once again. Because of the new school year, I had a clean slate for school work, so I had plenty of time to practice playing again. We started taking tests for chair placement in high school, which was a new concept to me because we never did that in middle school. In the middle of the school year, I already made my way to the first violins section as the only freshman there. This was a big accomplishment for me. I felt insanely proud of myself. I’m now a senior in high school, looking towards my last day of high school in less than a month. I began playing piano again in my free time, which fills me with joy just as much as it used to. I’m still in my school’s orchestra playing the violin, and my love for it hasn’t left since. I find it fascinating how someone is able to create such a pretty sound just from pressing their fingers down on certain strings and gliding a bow across. The idea of how beautiful a violin is alone gave me my motivation back to continue practicing and playing constantly, along with gaining better time management. I am forever grateful that the violin is the instrument I chose in 4th grade, because it is now something I look forward to every school day--to play it and create enchanting music.

Although Jack Terry and I possess different backgrounds, we share the fact that we’ve overcame adversities. I admire his determination to gain an education despite everything he previously went through with his family and the concentration camps. His will drove him to do many inspiring things in life, which is something I look up to. My will comes from my passion in art. Painting, drawing, and creating beautiful images have helped me get through challenges in my life. When I was 6 years old, my dad passed away from cancer. It left my mom and me stranded, trying to navigate our own and each other’s lives. Especially because of the little amount of years I’ve been in the world, it felt hard for me to comprehend exactly what had happened. I began seeing a counselor regularly to help me cope and deal with my emotions. She prepared a packet for me to fill out every time we saw each other. Every one of the pages gave information about the illness, and allowed me to talk about my father and how I felt. There was plenty of space in there for me to draw pictures of whatever I wanted, but doodles of my family quickly took over the pages. I soon took my interest in drawing out of the counseling packet into my own notebooks and sheets of printing paper. I began doodling and coloring flowers and made up people created by combinations of physical features I liked. The pages soon took over my room and all of my schoolwork, as well as my free time. I began to receive art supplies from family members, and I quickly realized that I wanted to work with art for the rest of my life. I’m attending college for graphic design, in hopes to get important and impactful messages out there one day as an art director for advertisements and campaigns. My passion for art has gotten me through hardships in life as well as gaining skills along the way. I believe that there is an aspect of relatability in the media that is incredibly important for people to have access to, no matter what they are going through. I know that when I was younger, seeing media that I could relate to would brighten up my day and make me feel not so alone. All someone can do is push through their adversities and never give up because there are always brighter days ahead.

Growing up I've always wanted to relate to others, especially when I felt like nothing more than an alien. Although, it quickly became hard for me to feel seen once my dad passed away when I was six years old, leaving my mom and I alone. People would ask about him often, and every time the same statement came out of their mouths, "I'm sorry about your dad," my heart would break a little more, and my eyes would fill up with tears once again. The only person I knew as a true male figure in my life vanished before my eyes, and because of my age, I could barely understand what happened. I'm a very emotional person. When I would sit on my old fruit punch-stained couch in the living room, watching commercials on TV, I would feel a special connection to the ones that pulled at my heartstrings. Specifically, those animal shelter commercials that would display lost dogs and cats without families. In a way, I saw myself in the advertisements. I would put myself in their place, and imagine being locked in a kennel, waiting to be taken to a warm and loving house to become the center of attention. However, I was almost in the same situation when I compared myself to my peers. As far as I knew, they had both of their parents and maybe even some siblings. The only people taking up space in my house were myself and my mom. I soon began to use art as a way to express myself. I'd ask my mom for art supplies for Christmas, and that's what I would receive. She never really knew what I would do with them, though. She'd ask constantly, "Can I see what you're drawing?" I always denied her request because of the guilt and embarrassment in my stomach just from imagining her reaction. I still felt alone then, and I didn't have the bravery in me to be the first to express how I felt, even though they were my emotions. However, I eventually faced my fears and started showing people my creations. I still felt a little embarrassed, but the weight of this big "secret" I had was off of my shoulders. Art has stuck with me ever since, and I'm now going into graphic design to spread messages one day to help people feel seen, as I did on the old couch all those years ago. It's not uncommon for people to feel alone. I've spoken with my friends and seen media online of people or characters expressing those same emotions. However, seeing and hearing about people feeling the same way you do can make you realize you're not alone. There's a comforting sense of relatability that comes with online media. No matter who you are, there's always something or someone out there that's meant for you. I believe that art and music are important to society so people can feel seen, whether it's shared experiences or cultural significance, it's vital for a person's happiness to be seen and relatable. I know that when I was younger, and still to this day, I dreamed of being the target audience for something. Many kids and other people worldwide have that dream, and the arts are one of the easiest and quickest ways to make those dreams come true.

While I do plan on attending college for graphic design, acrylic will always hold a special place in my heart. It is my favorite medium to work with. I’ve been working with the medium for so long just because that paint is easy to access, but also I just enjoy using it. I feel fulfilled painting with acrylic paint. Some of my earliest memories painting come from my aunt. My mom’s sister, Cindy, is an artist. While she specializes in pour paintings, she also does traditional acrylic paintings. No matter what she creates, however, is insanely beautiful. She has always acted as my number one supporter, which is something I will forever be grateful for. She helped me sell prints of my art a few years back, and is willing to help with anything she can. Cindy also loves to give my mom and me, as well as other relatives, pour paintings she has done. Whenever I enter my families’ houses, I see her artwork displayed and think about the impact she’s been able to put in their daily lives with just a canvas. I hope to be able to give that same feeling to others with my creations one day. Over the years, both with my aunt’s help and personal development, I have been able to watch myself grow as an artist. I used to hide old paintings I started and never finished because I was embarrassed of them. However, I still can’t tell if the embarrassment came from how I did not like the style of the artwork, or if it was because it was simply unfinished. While I do wish I could finish every piece I start out of curiosity and passion, it’s impossible. I do acknowledge that it is normal to not finish everything, and to even be unhappy with how the art you create turns out from time to time. They are normal human emotions everyone feels at one point or another, and art has helped me recognize those emotions and ones similar. I have learned a lot about myself through art. From the support I receive from my family and friends, to the growth I’ve seen in myself over the years, I feel proud of myself. I am pleased with how much I’ve seen myself grow, both as a person and an artist. No matter what, art truly has helped me through plenty of the aspects of life.

Chappell Roan’s music has gave nothing less of a positive impact on my life. If I’m completely honest, I discovered her music only at the start of 2024. However, I instantly fell in love with her vibe. I began indulging her music on repeat. Her lyrics, instrumentals, and general aesthetics cling to me like no other. One way she sticks to my heart is how relatable she is. As a queer person in the midwest, I see myself in a lot of her lyrics. In a way, who she displays herself as is like a visual of my heart. As well as her relatability, how open she is with her struggles that stem from rising quickly to fame is incredibly brave, which is something else I look up to. It feels refreshing to see a new celebrity bringing awareness to the realities of becoming famous. Before I discovered her, I had a hard time finding an artist I truly saw myself in. While a few words here and there from other singers were relatable, Roan is like no other. Along with her relatability, her stage presence is incredible. I watched her perform live at Hangout Music Festival 2024, and it proved to be one of the best sets I saw that weekend. The way she managed to get the crowd so engaged blew my mind, not to mention how large the crowd was when she wasn’t even headlining. That performance helped me discover my current favorite song of her’s, Picture You. The way she managed to sing so breathe I fully during the ballad with her vocal flips was outstanding. Her live voice sounds just like her studio recordings, adding onto why I admire her so much. Chappell Roan has showed me a new side of the music industry that was much needed. I love how relatable and open she is about her struggles with her rise to fame. The cherry on top is how fantastic she is performing live, especially with her unique outfits. Her quick rise to fame has helped me discover a new favorite artist of mine, and many other’s as well.