One night three years ago is coming back to haunt me. It was supposed to be one night then I'd never see him again. One night at a dive bar where I met someone who could scratch an itch. He wasn't famous then. Now he's a rock star. A rock star whose manager just hired me to be the band's stylist. It's a dream job to me but it could be a nightmare. Is it worse if he remembers me? Or worse if he doesn't?