I'm unpredictable. A genius, an underachiever. I'm the song, the voice, the passion, the pain. The front man and the failure. I make music because it's what I am. The music chose me. I'm its victim not its gift. Mila Taylor destroyed my career. Ruined my life. Pushed me from the shadows and exposed my lies. Her scathing reviews have destroyed lesser artists, and now her fire is aimed at me. And Mila-she loves to watch me burn. Our volatile attraction is more than heated anger and haunted lust. She's fire. I'm gasoline. But the part we never saw coming? Sometimes it takes a spark to slay the darkness.