For the first time, there was a presence greater than the fans during a concert. Even across the stage, I could feel the heat of her gaze. I lived for the screaming worship of the crowd, but during my long months of rehab, I realized I needed to separate myself from their often overwhelming need to have a piece of me. The withdrawal from my drug-induced coma brought back the need for pure music that I threw away in my fanatical need for stardom. Now, I performed for the fans, but I ...