I Forgot To Remember, To Forget
New York, 1963. The city thrums with electricity-each corner a flashing beacon of possibility and chaos. The weight of the world shifts, war drums beat, and young souls flood the streets, eyes wide with dreams and disillusionment. Kalyn, a scruffy, lanky Englishman with a guitar strapped to his back, Olivia, a whirlwind. Carefree, defiant, with a hair-flip that dares you to look away. A college drop-out from Ohio with a cause bigger than herself. She doesn't just want to be heard-she demands it. But it's Tom Collin's, the smooth-talking, impeccably dressed black man from Brooklyn, who shakes the scene up with his sharp wit and sharper mind. He's a man with secrets, and a man who knows how to survive in the undercurrents of New York's raw. Then there's Colby Jade-the All-American Catholic schoolgirl turned hippie dreamer, looking for something she can't quite grasp. At first, she's the epitome of purity, her starched dresses and high heels whispering promises of a life neatly wrapped in a white bow. But the moment she sees the raw edge of the counterculture, she dives in headfirst. The world's revolutions. Drugs, sex, rebellion and self-destruction It's a story of revolution and heartbreak. A story of music that could never quite drown out the screams of war. Of youth that burned too bright and too fast, only to flicker out in the chaos they helped create. Sex, drugs, rock and roll-yes-but also the painful truth that all revolutions, no matter how pure their beginnings, inevitably leave scars. This is the story of Kalyn and Olivia, Tom and Colby-lost and found in the firestorm of a generation.
