His story Huey Morgan, 44, musician and DJ
I fell for her calves. I was out with a friend and we were talking about women's legs and I was like, "No, no, no – that girl over there has got great legs!" Becky and I spoke that night and I tried to lure her back to my apartment, but she gave me a ride. I could tell she had a really good soul. I had to really prove myself because she wasn't playing around.
She became my agent and we became a couple. Looking back on it she saved my life. She made me see myself for who I was and accept it. I used to go out drinking all the time with my buddies, I thought that was what I was supposed to be doing. But I wasn't, I was meant to be doing something else – being creative, and writing.
We lived in New York for a couple of years and I mentioned that I wanted a little adventure. She suggested England. We came over and all these opportunities were offered to me.
I highly value her honesty. She tells it exactly how it is. A lot of guys in the music business end up marrying somebody who bullshits them and that doesn't work. If I ask her, "Is this a good tune?" I know I'll get an honest answer.
We don't disagree about much – sometimes the volume of music in the car. She doesn't like me smoking; I've cut down a lot though. My wife is always eventually right. I like to think I'm right for a minute, then she'll show me the way.
Having our son, Beaumont, has been an enriching experience for both of us. Becky and I have an old-school partnership. I can't see any faults in my wife. She's the best person I've ever met. She's my partner in crime. Bonnie and Clyde; that's us.
Her story Rebecca Morgan, 38, interior designer
I was an agent for DJs. I had a client playing at Boujis in South Kensington. I'd planned to set up and leave, but I ended up staying very late. I was completely enamoured with Huey. Something in my gut told me I was going to marry him. I knew his band, Fun Lovin' Criminals, but I was more into dance music. I'd seen his videos and thought he was hot.
He asked me to be his agent. He was very flirtatious, but I thought, "There are way too many women around this guy." I was a very cool customer with him. Then one night when he was touring the UK I had a text at 2am saying, "Going to miss my connecting flight, please advise." I replied, "Don't worry, I'll meet you at the airport." We spent seven hours in my car together and had such a great time. We talked non-stop. I felt like I'd come home. That's when we became a couple.
I fell for his old-fashioned ways. He'd walk on the outside of the pavement and stand up when I was leaving a table in a restaurant – a sweet man behind the tough outer shell.
He asked me to move to New York and I did. He was a changed man after three months. He used to be out drinking and go to bed at 4am; he gradually started getting into my routine and going to bed at 10pm. I changed his diet from Coca-Cola and pizzas and brought tea pots into his apartment to make it homely. We married the next year.
He changed my life in a deep way. He made me feel loved and gave me confidence. I used to get nervous when he went touring. But I'm over that. There's not another woman out there for him. He knows that.
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