An emotional friends to lovers rockstar romance. Rockstar. Heartthrob. Liability. I'm the face, the body, a trophy for the masses. They love to admire me, and I play the part like a pro. I can be whatever I have to be to survive. But I'm not real. None of this is. How can it be with a past like mine? They think they know me, but no one does. The best I can do is chase another woman, substance, or scandal to escape...