PROLOGUE STONE Head swimming, hands clammy, and with cold sweat trickling down my spine, I stand on the stage with the lights beaming down on me, hotter than the fucking sun. With the music humming through my body, I let the deafening roar of the crowd wash over me like a balm to my toxic soul. I would kill for a fucking line of blow right now. This should be more important than any high. Then again, so should she. I shake my head to rid myself of that shit and the world of h