There once was a boy with a song in his heart and a guitar in his hands. Now, like any good story starts, there was a girl. Oh yes, there was a girl. With eyes brighter than the sun and a smile to melt the coldest of hearts. He bled the most beautiful of melodies for her. With hearts beating fast and butterflies dancing, they loved each other like there was no tomorrow. But one day the girl said, "I don't feel the fire anymore. The butterflies don't flutter and my heart won't beat for you any longer. Your songs don't hold any meaning anymore." The boy went home and in the pouring rain he played a song. He made that guitar weep...and it called it rock n' roll. This is the story of that boy and his guitar. This is the story of Rocket Racer...