I’m no hero. But when I saw a wrecked, still-smoking SUV, I had to help. I never thought I’d see the driver’s beautiful face again. Never wanted to after I found out she was from one of the wealthiest, most powerful families in the city. I’d never be good enough for a woman like her. But there she was six months later, in the second row at my show, dancing to the song I wrote about her. Maybe fate is more powerful than money.