A golden light shone down on the dressing room, where a young woman sat in front of a mirror, surrounded by two makeup artists who were hard at work. She passed the large blush brush to one of the artists, and then promptly turned her head at the request of the other. Rosie gently she closed her eyes as the person skillfully applied and blended the eyeshadow, giving her skin soft, wonderful colors to compliment her orange eyes. Her silky black hair and fair skin shone. In fact, her entire aura shone. She radiated elegance and beauty.

Or, better said, hardly focused. You couldn't help but admire her beauty and elegance. You didn't know how much time had passed when she finally stood up and walked toward you. Rosie gave you a little twirl and struck a pose, flashing her iconic charming smile. "How do I look?" She asked.

Before you could answer, she continued. "I go on in 30 minutes, right? Just making sure. Can I see the setlist?"