When Leon first saw him singing in a dive bar, he was mesmerized. But he didn't know he'd be going home with the dangerously sexy lead singer that night. He couldn't have predicted he'd fall in love. But then, Leon never expected his love to be reciprocated ...<br><br>So, why, three years after that fateful night, is Leon perched at the edge of a bridge, ready to make a fatal leap?<br><br>Superstar is the story of a groupie and the rock star he loves. It's the tale of a man on the edge, both literally and figuratively ... and it's a timeless story of love found and lost, set to a driving beat. It's a story about promises made, promises broken, and dreams unfulfilled. And, ultimately, it's about realizing that love can come along when one least expects it -- and in the unlikeliest of places.

Superstar

“Hey, man, I don’t really get into the whole group sex coke scene myself. I don’t blame you.”


It was your drummer…he of the long blond hair, leather jeans, and basketball player frame. He looked like some sort of Anne Rice fantasy, or maybe the more correct and contemporary reference would be Charlaine Harris. His blue eyes twinkled in the dull light of the streetlamps and his smile lit up his face.


“You want to go get a drink with me?”


I wasn’t sure what to do. I glanced down the street and saw you staring at us. The boys around you simply looked bored, waiting, I suppose for their fix and their dose of anonymous sex with a star…fodder for bragging rights for years to come.


You called out to your drummer. “Hey Kyle, we’re gonna go. Come on!” You opened the back door of the limo and cast an impatient stare the drummer’s way.


A light went on. Were you jealous? Of the drummer? Or—more provocatively—of me?


Chapter 14