Touring with four rockers is the thing of dreams... Or so people tell me.

These men have been my shield all of my life, protecting me, guarding me, and I take care of them. No, not in that way.

I handle all the dirty work behind the scenes of a rocker's life. It isn't always pretty. At times it can be damn near disgusting, especially when I have to get rid of their one-night stands.

It doesn't bother me, though—I mean, it's not like I'm in love with one of them. That would be crazy. Falling for a rocker is NOT smart.

So call me stupid because one holds my heart in his huge rocker hands. He just doesn't know it—yet.