I was married and had a daughter when I met him, despite knowing about him since I was about 14. I was highly unhappy in my marriage and unhappy in general. My husband was a cheater and hardly a father. I worked 2 jobs just to support all 3 of us. I met him and Machine Gun Kelly, my idol, when my friend brought them into Chipotle, one of my jobs. One night, in pure drunkenness, he kissed me. The "him" I keep referring to is Kells' drummer, JP "Rook" Cappelletty. Ever since then, I knew Rook wanted to be with me, and a part of me always wanted to be with him too, but I couldn't just let go of the first man I'd ever been in love with, especially with him being my daughter's dad. Rook understood, but he never gave up. Pretty soon, I'd had enough of my husband. After coming forward with his affair, I called off our marriage. He moved away, signing his rights over for our daughter to me. The relationship I had with Rook grew stronger, and soon we were engaged with our very own daughter on the way, and I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with the Beat Of My Heart.