Picture Perfect

you, but no one knows who you really are. For a long time, none of us knew who we really were, and it’s only in the last few years that we’ve begun to evolve into fully formed people rather than rock star pricks.
    Since the day we hit it big, it has been impossible to maintain relationships. Any of us that tried to have one, failed.
    One of the worst parts of fame is missing your family when you’re on the road. No one who hasn't been there can really understand what it's like to wake up every morning wondering where in the world you are, or how disconcerting it is to finally be able to go home only to see all of the things that changed while you were gone. In a lot of ways, it's like living your life from behind a curtain. Fame becomes a prison of your own making, and unless you make drastic changes, you can get trapped in that jail cell forever.
    To that end, the band unanimously came to a decision. We are going on a goodbye tour to celebrate the ten-year anniversary of "The Unknowns." It will be a big thank you to all of our fans for their support over the years. We aren't old, but we aren't getting any younger either, and fame doesn't hold any appeal for us anymore. It's a cold bed partner, and not what we want to keep doing for the rest of our lives. At heart, we're all just regular guys who want to grow up and have real homes instead of the cold mausoleums we each bought when we made it big.
    We quietly started our own label, Unknown Records, and our plan for the future is to continue to help create music, just in a new way. After six months of searching, I thought we had finally found the band we've been looking for to launch the label. I was pretty damn sure before we walked into the club they were playing in, but seeing them live had sealed the deal.
    They were called "The Chaps" and the four of us had flown in from LA to Philly to check them out in person. The band was the real deal, and their music was amazing. They had a super-tight sound, and I knew that this was the band we needed to launch our label. The rest of the guys agreed, and after the show, we headed back into their dressing room to meet them in person.
    It was during our meeting backstage that their lead singer mentioned that they'd recently had some amazing band photos done. “I’m talkin’ Annie Liebovitz type shit man,” he said. I was really just being nice when I asked if I could check them out, but when he thrust his laptop at me a few minutes later, I had to look or I would have seemed like a dick.
    Gesturing to the screen he said, "The chick that took these pictures is fucking smoking . There are a few pictures of her in there with us, and they are definitely the best pictures we've ever had done. We’ve been using this picture on our website and in our promo mailers and the responses have been epic."
    Looking at the picture he was pointing to, my mouth went dry. Something about her seemed so familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on what. Calling her “smoking” was a serious fucking understatement. In the photo, the girl was lying naked, wrapped around a guitar. The band was behind her, each of their faces shown in profile. It was a black and white photo, and it made you feel like you were right there. It was very rock-n-roll, and totally hot. I loved it.
    Checking the web address, I noted it for future reference before starting to click through the pictures. I was seriously impressed by her work. She had totally managed to capture to spirit of the band as a whole and as individuals, and I really liked it.
    When I was through looking at all of the pictures, I went back to the first one that she was in. It was hard to tell for sure because she was lying down, but I'd guess her to be on the shorter side of the spectrum. Her curves required no guessing. She had them in spades, and her figure was mouth wateringly hot. Her hair was blonde, her cheekbones were amazing, and her lips made me a little wild. Because the picture was black and white, I couldn't tell what color her eyes are. If I had to guess, I'd say a rich brown. I couldn’t believe how hard I was studying her because I hadn't put that much thought into a woman, ever.
    The longer I stared at her, the more I wanted to meet her. Staring at the web address again, I memorized it so that I could go back and look at the rest of the stuff she had on there when I got to my hotel room. If the rest of her photos were anything like what I had just seen, I’d found a