Your horse riding journey begins here
From the paddock to the winner's circle - become an equestrian champion!
Explore stunning locations and take photos of your horses with customizable camera controls.
Breed unique horses and create a winning pedigree.
Beloved by players since it thundered onto the track in 2019, Rival Stars Horse Racing is the the most realistic and feature-rich horse game on mobile, with regular multiplayer live events, team challenges, and special prizes.
For those who prefer the graphics fidelity of playing on desktop, the Desktop Edition of Rival Stars Horse Racing offers special unique game modes including a Horse Creator, Photo Mode, multiplayer racing, and Betting Party.
Built from the ground up for Virtual Reality on Meta Quest and Steam VR, the VR Edition of Rival Stars Horse Racing offers a truly immersive riding and caretaking experience with unique modes in the world's only horse VR game.
A standalone and complete edition featuring Horse Creator, Photo Mode, multiplayer racing, and Betting Party available on PlayStation 5 and Xbox X/S and One on 28 April. Coming soon to PlayStation 4 and Nintendo Switch!
"Cry for me... cry for me..."
"Just play it," Nick insisted. "But not the way you wrote it. Play it like you feel right now."
"What changes?" Tommy muttered.
The face and voice of the band. Valli’s incredible three-octave range and "blue-eyed soul" delivery made him one of the most distinct vocalists in history. He remains the only constant member throughout the group's entire history.
It was a Thursday when Frankie’s phone rang at 3:17 AM. He almost didn’t answer. He was lying awake anyway, counting the water stains on the ceiling of his suite, thinking about the way his voice felt now—gravelly, frayed at the edges, nothing like the angelic tenor that had sliced through "Sherry." members of the four seasons (band)
"One take," Bob said. "I've got a melody. No words yet. Frankie, just scat. Nick, stay on the bass line. Tommy, you know the changes."
The Four Seasons, officially, were a ghost. The name was still a trademark, a line item in a lawyer's folder, but the men who had once been Jersey street kids singing into snowball microphones had scattered like the ashes of a bad cigarette. "Cry for me
Bob looked at Frankie. Frankie nodded.
Bob sat at a desk, a legal pad in front of him. He had spent the last decade crafting perfect three-minute pop symphonies. He looked at Frankie. Play it like you feel right now
The dynamic had shifted. Tommy, plagued by debts and bad decisions, had left the group. Nick, tired of the road, had gone home to Newark. It was just Bob and Frankie now, the songwriting duo who had conquered the world with "Sherry," "Big Girls Don't Cry," and "Walk Like a Man."
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