About the book: year / When you're a fucking Rock God like me, you learn to ignore rumors. People are always whispering behind your back. And I, Noah Hardy, am the sweetest morsel for them. I can’t blame them for this, because I myself didn’t live like a saint at all. I guess it's not surprising that people believe the worst so easily. Haters continue to hate, but I am not one of those who will allow myself to be humiliated. That's usually how it was. The problem is that when the whole world turns its back on you... when everyone thinks that there is something wrong with you... then it becomes difficult to ignore it. Hell, you’ll soon start to believe it yourself. I fell off the top of the world, selling out stadiums for a week; avoided attention and completely ignored the future. I hit rock bottom and there was nothing waiting for me except a bunch of unreliable friends. Except her. Laurel. She believed in me. She understood me. She wanted to help me. And she could have pulled me out, but she came into my life late …