Bring her with me. Show her off. Pretend to like her. Three of the worst ideas to ever exist. Until they weren't. Trouble always had a way of finding me and I always had a way of welcoming it with open arms. It never caught up with me until now, at the worst time possible. Right before the release of my newest album. My managers solution? A fake girlfriend. His choice? My sound tech's daughter Harper. My reaction? Fuck no. She was my worst nightmare. The devil disguised with long legs, long wavy brown hair, plump pink lips, perfect blue eyes and a sweet smile that had me thinking about her in ways that I shouldn't. She was everything I hated, until she wasn't. She was my worst nightmare, until she was my favorite dream. She was nothing, until she was my everything. She said "this is just for the cameras." I said "keep telling yourself that."