“My name is Simon. I’m 17. Two years ago, Ewing’s sarcoma crashed into my life like a jetliner on a suburban home. It’s true, I’m walking on a tightrope in the middle of a storm and if I slip it’ll probably be fatal. But I like life, the movies, love, girls, my friends and good hard-driving rock. Putting one foot before the other isn’t enough anymore. I want to make a mark before taking my final bow.”