Romy Who doesn't dream of meeting their rock idol? And what are the chances of running into him on the concourse outside the concert venue? It's a dream... > Lire la suite
Romy Who doesn't dream of meeting their rock idol? And what are the chances of running into him on the concourse outside the concert venue? It's a dream come true. Obviously, it's fate. Until he's a total jerk. I'm tempted to leave the concert, but heck no, I spent too much money for my front row ticket. Annoyed, I take my seat and glare at him. Not that he'll know, but it will make me feel better until I get home and rip up every picture I have of him. But he does know. To my shock, security comes for me at the intermission. Crap. This won't end well, will it? Dray This was already an utter dumpster-fire of a day. Broken guitar strings, a cut on my chord hand, a brother who's having a diabetic event right before we're supposed to go onstage. Then I run into the cutest little groupie I've ever seen. I don't have time for this. I've never had time for females-at all. I cut her dead before I do something I'll regret. Like drag her onto the tour bus and never let her go. Only I do regret it. And when she takes her place in front of me and proceeds to shoot daggers at me, I know I've made a huge mistake. Not only is this a woman I need to pursue, but she's mine. The tour bus option seems like a good idea after all.