Don't stand so close to me. In 1983 The Police were the biggest band in the Rock Universe. This is how their world exploded. "Alright, damn it, it's over!" Miles Copeland, the manager for The Police, slams the flat of his palms squarely onto Sting's dining room table. He fixes the bassist with the rigid "insect death stare" that has rattled hundreds of promoters, journalists and other unfortunates. "I mean The Police," Miles blurts. "They're over and done with!" Sting glances up, startled, and then quickly regains his composure. Christ, he thinks, this is serious. For three years now, ever since the group's 1983 'Synchronicity' world tour, Miles has been insisting that the image of the Police as a living, viable entity be preserved at all costs. He has argued that the mystique of the Police is an important mantle that can protect all their interests and maintain the band's sales potential, regardless of the group's internal squabbles...