DIRTY BANDIT. THE HOTTEST BAND IN THE WORLD. TALENTED. GOOD LOOKING. AND THE BIGGEST JERKS EVER.
YEAH, EVERY GIRL LOVES A BAD BOY ROCKSTAR. OR THREE.
BUT WHAT ABOUT STUCK-ON-THEMSELVES TOO-COOL-FOR-SCHOOL PARTY BOYS WHO CAN’T KEEP THEIR PANTS ZIPPED?
WHO ALSO HAPPENED TO MAKE MY LIFE A LIVING HELL TEN YEARS AGO?
NO THANKS.
BUT WHEN THEY NEEDED HELP WITH THEIR IMAGE, THEY CALLED ME.
AND NOW I HAVE TO CLEAN UP THEIR ACT BEFORE THEY LOSE THEIR MULTI-GAZILLION DOLLAR RECORD DEAL AND WORLD TOUR. THAT’S HOW FAR GONE THEY ARE.
NOW I’M BABYSITTER TO A BUNCH OF PARTY BOY ROCKSTARS.
BUT THEY’RE PAYING ME A CRAP TON OF MONEY, AND FOR THAT, I CAN PUT UP WITH A LITTLE… MADNESS WHILE I CLEAN UP THEIR REPUTATION. IT’S ONLY A FEW WEEKS.
AND THEN I’LL BE BACK TO MY ORDERLY EXISTENCE.
OR SO I THOUGHT.