We weren't a love story... we were a perfect song.

Growing up, Wilder Ashburn was the hero I worshipped.
I was the pigtailed pest who never left him alone.

Everything changed the day I gave him a poem.
As he read my messy words, he heard a melody.
And then he reached for his guitar.

From that moment on, we were entangled.
Bound by our music and a shared dream.
But as we grew, so did an awareness that threatened everything.

To protect our friendship and our future, we made vows:
We'd never change. Never touch or kiss.
And above all, we'd never, ever fall in love.

But it turns out our promises were poison,
Corrupting us slowly from the moment we spoke them.
And for us... there is no antidote.

Falling in love was as inevitable as stardom,
And it will destroy us both.