So.
Here's the story:

There was this guy named Christian Meyer (Chris), and while he was in college he got picked up to replace the lead guitarist in an already popular band. He jumped at the chance. Thirteen years and who knows how many addictions later, he's left the band, is fresh out of rehab, and has lost his ability to write.

Enter Corinne:
Corinne left LA about six years ago with a broken heart and in the middle of a paparazzie nightmare . She had no intention of ever returning, but she owes a friend a favor, and that friend happens to be the manager for a very broken Christian Meyer.

And NOW we're at the beginning point of Blurring the Lines.

Here's a little snip for Corinne on that first day:

"His quiet voice as he strummed through another song warmed her, and she sat back, exhausted but excited. The muscles in his arms flexed as he ran up the riff he’d been working on, and if she hadbeen ready to get her heart trampled on again, he would have been a good candidate. Maybe a perfect one. Maybe it was stupid for her to ask that they be nothing more than collaboration partners. Maybe they could be friends.Her eyes trailed down his back as he leaned forward. The thin fabric clung to his shoulders, his muscles, and his lean sides... He bent forward a little further, revealing that yes, his back was probably a massive work of tattooed art. Damn.
No. Friendship with a guy like him would definitely not work."


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~ MJ