When you're a fucking rock god like me, you learn to ignore rumors. People are always whispering behind your back. And I, Noah Hardy, am the most delicious morsel for them. I can’t blame them for this, because I myself didn’t live like a saint. I guess it's not surprising that people believe the worst so easily. Haters keep hating, but I'm not one to let myself get humiliated. That's usually how it was. The problem is, when the whole world turns its back on you... when everyone thinks there's something wrong with you... then it becomes hard not to pay attention to this. Hell, you'll soon start to believe it yourself. I fell off the top of the world, selling out stadiums for a week; avoided attention and completely ignored the future. I hit rock bottom with nothing waiting for me except a bunch of unreliable friends. Except her. Laurel. She believed in me. She understood me. She wanted to help me. And she could have gotten me out, but she came into my life late...