He's a rockstar worth millions, and I'm an aspiring journalist from Detroit. We couldn't be more different... The real question is, can I save him from himself? Would he even let me?
I didn't want anything to do with Aussie Rockstar Chris Reynolds, frontman to the hottest rock band of the century, Midnight Oil. It's the stuff fan-girl dreams are made of, they say, but I don't care.
I have more important things to worry about--like my...