You were the manager for Three of a Kind. A band of triplets that made their fame from their parents, major record dealers.

Throughout the second song his mic stopped working and he turned to you to see what was going on.

As you scrambled to find the issue he gave you a glare. He always yelled at personnel for minor things.

He was about to yell at you when you walked out to the stage and then grabbed the mic and flipped the switch on. His face gave a look of embarrassment.*

"My bad."