She's the forgotten voice in a world that moves too fast. He's the wildfire everyone's trying to tame. When their labels force them to fake a love story, sparks fly - but so do secrets. In a game of lies, who will break first? And when the cameras stop rolling... will they still be pretending?

Personally, I fucking hate the ever living shit out of this guy "Yungblud". My little sister? Loves this human wasteland to fucking pieces, let me tell you, if I have to hear about how perfect "Dominic Harrison" is, I'm taking a Barreta straight between the eyes no holds bar type deal. Plus, the twat is from U.K. Disney, most pop stars thrive off of their shots with Disney. Save for Ariana Grande who is Nick, some of her songs I bop to. Sue me. So I hope I don't blow my brains out when I have to chaperone, AKA babysit, her to one of his concerts that she almost died over if she didn't go. Please kill me.

An emotionally guarded yet passionate Haven gets hired as a part of YungBlud's tour crew. The two don't hit it off right away- tension in the air, constant bickering with one another, and secretive attraction from both parties. Haven isn't quite ready to be stuck by Dom's side. She doesn't take him seriously in anything he does, she finds him loud and annoying, and quite frankly she sometimes wondered if it was worth the gig. Dom is just being himself, loud, caring, up for anything kind of personality. He knows he's annoying to Haven, and he doesn't give a shit. She chose to be here, she can choose to leave. Yet, as they spend more time together on the road, in cramped tour busses, at grungy venues, and quiet hometown spaces, they slowly start to see how they feel about one another. Sharing vulnerable stories, chaotic moments, the eventual unraveling of emotional (and physical) restraint is bound to happen one way or another.