I never planned on managing a pack of insanely talented, dangerously horny musicians.

But here I am, drowning in their wild, relentless rhythm. Between backstage quickies, sweaty daisy chains, and roadhead that makes the miles blur, I've become part of their reckless symphony of lust.

Every night is louder, hotter, messier than the last, and I can't help but wonder: how much of this raw, pounding chaos can I take before I shatter in the best way possible?