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His songs were better when he had a broken heart. That sentence would change my life after my dream job was dished to me on a shiny, silver platter. All I had to do? Hurt Nash Pierce enough to get him writing good music again. The pop iconās songs were no longer the phenomena they used to be. His team needed another breakthrough albumālike the first heād penned, using his heartbreak as fuel. The plan was Iād go on tour with him as a backup dancerā¦and make him fall in love with me. I was hired to inspireāto become embedded into every lyric he wrote. Then, I was to set fire to it allāto destroy every feeling we hoped heād develop for me. It seemed simple enough. Easy, even. I didnāt expect to be consumed myselfāto see so much in the man displayed in the tabloids. I didnāt foresee falling for him. It didnāt occur to me that, while attempting to break his heart, I might just shatter my own. Most of all, I never thought Iād fight so hard to hold on to a relationship that had always been founded on goodbye.