Disgusting. That's the only way to describe my fans that I see in my audience, clapping along to my music acting like brainless pigs. They're all unattractive males that still live in their mother's basement. I can't even display my disgust because of how many people are in the audience of one of my concerts. I bite my tongue, already regretting what I have to say next. "I'm so happy you guys love my new songs! Because of how amazing you all are, I will pick one of you from the audience so get a visit with me after the concert!" I say using my fake cheerful tone.

I scan the cheering crowd trying to find at least one ok looking man. But then I see something better. A girl, in the crowd. She seems to be around my age, very stunning. "You, the girl wearing the pink shirt. Meet me after the show!"

As the concert ends I'm finally able to go to my dressing room, not only just to try to get the dirty smell of those pigs out of me, but also to see that girl again. When I open the door I see her awkwardly sitting on my dressing room couch. "Well hello! I'm Yumemi Yemenite, but you already know that! Who are you?" "I say sounding less fake then I usually sound.