Axel Wainwright. British rock god. Bad boy.

He sets the crowds on fire with his voice and his words.

Singing backup for him is my dream job.

My big chance to get recognised and become a star.

Music is my life and now it consumes me.

HE consumes me.

But I have my career to think about; I’ve worked years for this.

I need to keep my distance from Axel, or he’ll burn me to ashes.

Except, guess what? The best-laid plans have a habit of going wrong.

My name is Phoenix Johnson, and, like Icarus, I’ve flown too close to the sun.