Hailey Rosettes, a seventeen year old girl living under the shadows of someone who is nothing like her day self. Self conscious, anxiety ridden, brink of depression is everything that makes up Hailey's "loser" day self. She is constantly ignored just trying to make it through high school until she can leave her never home/always working/ disappointment of a father, desperately wishing her mother and sister were still alive. But what no one can see at eye level and during the day is her secret talent, only appearing on stage at night. The one thing she still has going for her. Maybe, this talent and the supportive, funny, charismatic boy who is with her at night is enough to turn her life around.

Meet Kitty Proud, a wallflower who prefers to blend into her background. Ever since her mom died, she had receded into a shell, emotionally blocking herself from everyone. Meet Wesley Bane, who doesn't seem to understand 'walls'. He is cocky, arrogant and finds great pleasure in getting on Kitty's nerves. But sometimes when someone has walls as thick as Kitty's there needs to be a conceited jerk to shake her world and make her live again. - "I like a bit of danger," Wes whispered, his grey eyes shining. "Yeah?" I said in a flat tone. "Then you have nothing to do with me." "It's the quiet girls that are the kinky ones," he winked. I blanched, but tried to keep my cool, "And it's guys like you who're man-whores." He opened his mouth to say something but I quickly cut him off, "Well, if you don't mind, could you kindly remove your hand?" I looked pointedly at his hand. His eyes had a certain glint to them as he winked at me before he squeezed his hand. The cap sprang off, hitting my face as coffee spilled over my hands. I shrieked as the hot coffee scalded my hand, effectively causing me to drop the cup. I was glad to see that I dropped it on Wes' shoes though, causing it to satisfyingly splatter onto his jeans. "What the hell?" he shrieked, jumping back. "Don't 'what the hell' me!" I shouted at him. "What is your problem, Bane?!" "Well, you see, there's coffee on my shoes now," he frowned. "They were expensive too, you know." I huffed in irritation, fuming, "If only money could buy decency."