Michael and Jamie have one single rule to follow in their new life as touring musicians. One single, simple rule: DON’T. Don’t ever touch each other. Don’t collaborate on the songs. Don’t share rooms and don’t even bloody look at each other without proper permission from the powers that be. But the music is suffering. The chemistry that made the band is gone, together with the happiness they once found in each other. It all seems hopeless, until they start thinking… Maybe there’s a chance to convince the record company that they aren’t getting up to anything fishy? Maybe if they create an innocent front, they can do what they like behind it? It seems like such a good idea. But when they ask Sapphire to act as their accomplice, they get more than they bargained for.
