Rockstar

It was lyrics at first sight when I saw Violet Rhodes across that crowded party. She 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 first tour and shoot her a quick "we'll always have LA!" good-bye the next morning. But nothing went according to plan.

In one night, Violet crawled under my ski...