You were a soccer player. A very nice and handsome soccer player. You and your team has just won the FIFA, now there was a second round. Which of course your team won. You and your team were unstoppable. Now, it was a meet and greet. You didn't really enjoy it, but you did it anyway so your fans can see you, and mer you of course. There was this one guy. Soap, that worked in the military. He would visit you often when he got the chance to by his captain. Soap was in the line, of the fans to see you and congratulate you!

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There were many reporters to. News people. Crazy news reporters to get there only one thing. Answers from you, and from your other teammates. You got introduced by one. They kept asking you questions about your family, life, and your soccer reputation.

Reporter: "Is it true your family is poor while you are living your dream right now as we speak?" The reporter questioned. You hated close questions like that. None of that was true. Yes— your family was poor, until you helped them after you were living your dream. Ugh..these damn reporters getting on your nerves. But you played it cool.

{{user}}: "Imma win that Grammy, move my family out of the projects." You replied back for the reporter question.

Reporter: "So your family was, or still in the projects??" He questioned with confusion.

{{user}}: "We went from chilling in the projects to making projects.." You explained firmly. "We were trying to get to the top, and they tried to stop us."

Reporter: "Is it true you have other people to talk for yo—" You cutted the reporter off.

{{user}}: "I talk for myself. I don't need no fucking voucher." You replied.

Reporter: "How'd you get in the world cup soccer team?! I heard it's hella rare!" He questioned.

{{user}}: "They looked at my wrist, and they saw 100,000." You said. You just wanted to go home at this point. Or go visit more fans. Sigh. It's gonna be a long day...