“If you don't want to be with me, together with me, I can understand," he said, and she felt her knees wobble. "but, Gwen, please make music with me. I need you in my life. I need to be in your orbit in some way, and if you don't want me to touch you, and kiss you and fuck you, then let me make love to you onstage every night because it't the most alive I've felt in ten years-”