I had just stepped foot on the tour bus of my favorite rock band, after my friend and I were miraculously offered backstage passes moments before. I’d dreamed of this day for years and now, at age 15, it was finally coming true. Mesmerized by the rock bands of the ’80s, I wanted to both meet them and be them. I became the envy of friends who saw photos of me partying with rock stars — but they didn’t know the dark secrets behind them. Eventually, I could finally admit what happened backstage and in hotel rooms with those bands.
