Keely Staub has grown up. At least that's what she thinks has happened. No longer a naive eighteen year old being introduced to a music industry that's equal parts grandeur and grime, she might even be considered a veteran. At just twenty six, she's lived almost too much of a life in the intervening years since she first came to New York. A great love and a great band, not to mention more than a few unsavoury addictions picked up along the way in the time honoured traditions of the rock stars before her. And she gave it all up - except the rock star part, of course. That was a different Keely Staub, a more innocent and wild one all at the same time. She's determined that person and all the things that came with her will stay in the past, and has a very clear path laid in front of her. A measured, smart, hopefully one day respected, path. The problem is the past refuses to remain the past.

Allison Wright is the first to admit she has a great life. With good friends, perfect grades, a promising future and a family fortune stretching back generations; what's not to like? And besides her dislike of music, she fits in perfectly with her circle of friends. Yet as her senior year of high school begins and the pressures of University as well as the future start bearing down, she finds herself looking for something different. She’s just not quite sure what she’s looking for. That is until a passing mention and multiple encounters bring a boy she'd never met before to the forefront of her mind. He's nothing like anyone she's ever met. With his deep grey eyes, secrets and guitar; Cole Mathews might just be that dose of different she's been longing for.

Once I was a god. Worshiped. Revered. The huddled masses cast themselves at my feet, heads bowed and eyes wide. Save us, they begged. Spare us, they pleaded. And, fool that I was, I tried. Now I am nothing. Fallen. A bitter memory of an age long passed. A broken old fool too stubborn to die. This is my story. My rise, my fall. The pathetic mess, after. Read it. Don’t. I care little. My words are not for you.