Prologue

She was spoilt; he was arrogant. He was always wrong; she always had to correct everyone. She didn't smoke; the stench of smoke from Roger was overwhelming. She only drank champagne; he drank everything but. She knew the polite way to behave at parties; he was the one who was invited to them. He played drums; she did ballet. He slept until noon; she woke at dawn. His heaven was a pint and a jukebox; hers was an opera and a quiet coffeehouse. She didn't swear; every second word he spoke was a curse. She could cite Shakepeare from memory; he knew every word from a 1968 Beatles Interview. He was a world-famous rockstar, who could have any girl he wanted; she was a princess, totally immune to the charms of a so-called rockstar.