The pop princess with her bright blue hair, pouty lips, haunting eyes, and the voice of a siren... She's always been too busy for us. Music seems to be the one language we both speak. It's not enough. For her. For them. For anyone. I'm not enough. My brothers want her, the world owns her, and everyone else is vying for a piece of her. At the end of the school year, she walked away and didn't give...