My band is all that matters, we’ve been through so much together, and always had each other’s backs. So when the label gives me the ultimatum to change my image or lose my dream, I don’t have a choice, I have to comply. I can't let the guys down. I can't let the last few years be for nothing. It’s time to shed the khakis and polos. After all, I am a rock star, even if I don’t feel like one. I expected the whole process to be miserable, but I didn’t expect the stylist to be a gorgeous spitfire who makes me question what’s really important. My assignment is easy, a makeover for the lead singer of my favorite band. This is what I’m good at, and I’m the epitome of professional the entire time. Ok, I might have fan girled a little bit when I first met him, but who can blame me? He’s so different than I expected. Better. There’s a bad boy hidden under the collar shirts and pressed pants, who knew? It’s my job to make the world see him as the rock star he is, not to fall head over heels in love.