Abstract
Amelie Ayres has impeccable taste in music. Bowie. Bush. Bob. So when she finds herself backstage at The Keep's only UK gig, she expects to hate it; after all, they are the world's most tragic band. In fact, she feels a grudging respect-not (obviously) for their music, but for the work that goes into making them megastars. And when the lead singer, Maxx, is not dressed up as a cross between Elvis and a My Little Pony, he is actually rather normal, talented, and has creative struggles not too dissimilar to her own.