Tate

What’s it really like to grow up rich and famous? Pressure. So much pressure. Unbelievable, inescapable pressure.

My whole life has been about building my brand as an actor and singer. Reaching the top of the Hollywood ladder. I will not let anyone screw it up. Not even Jack.

He’s talented, sure, but his work ethic is non-existent. I have no time for people like him.

Yet I’m weirdly drawn to him and I can’t work out why.

He’s so different to anyone else I’ve ever met. So completely outside of my celebrity bubble. It’s refreshing.

But it’s also dangerous. He could completely ruin everything I’ve spent my whole life building.

Am I about to screw up my whole life for one guy? For one chance at love?

Jack

I never had anything growing up. I was a homeless orphan doing what I could to survive.

One night, I got lucky DJing and a record label hired me. My first album took off, but I can’t seem to replicate its success.

So instead, I drink. And I party. And I do whatever else I can to run from my problems.

Or I did. Until she walked in.

Tate’s like no one I’ve ever met. She’s obsessed with work

But that’s not why I’m drawn to her. She’s funny, she’s sexy, and she’s intelligent.

Oh, and she hates me.

I mean, I don’t blame her. We couldn’t be more different.

But what if…she didn’t hate me? Could our musical collaboration turn into something more, or am I living in a romantic fantasy?