Rockstar

It was lyrics at first sight when I saw Violet Rhodes across that crowded party.

Violet was lights and darks, swirled together. Music in motion. And all of it while looking like a hitwoman at an Elvis convention.

I had nothing to offer the intriguing girl but a one-night stand. I figured I'd revel in my last night of anonymity before my band's first world tour and shoot her a quick "We'll always have L.A.!" goodbye the next morning.

But nothing went according to plan.

In one night, Violet cra...