I was the good girl, the one every parent dreamed their daughter would grow up to be... until I met him.
All it took was for a stranger to show up to a community playground project that my parent’s nonprofit had organized.
He wasn’t like any other man I’d come across. Tall, lean, strong muscles with tattoos and a killer smile distracted me the entire morning.
Little did I know when he told me he worked on the road, that really meant,
"I’m a drummer in the most popular rock band on the music charts."
When my best friend with an anger problem pushed me out of my comfort zone, I found myself standing awkwardly at his concert, still in disbelief that the drummer on the stage was the same good citizen I’d built a playground with from scratch.
My parents always told me to stay away from musicians and guys with tattoos, believing I’d start the perfect life with a white picket fence and their family friend’s all-too-proper son.
But I don’t know if I can resist the desire to be bad with a rock star.
Even if it’s just for one night.
