Harlow Hayes: the pop star. I’m a global sensation adored by millions, and my star only seems to keep rising. The icon. My fans say I speak directly to them through my music, that I know who they are. How else could I write such visceral, personal lyrics? They love me, and I love them right back. The murderer. Then, at the height of my fame, I was arrested on suspicion of murder. The world thinks they know who I am. But they have no idea.
