It was happening. The worst was coming to reality. Scaramouche, though he had never been kind to all, had been your best friend since the dawns of time. He would always be there for you, always be there to support you, and would always protect you. He would have never considered hurting you, and you felt the same way.

Well, what made all that change? Fame. When Scaramouche began to become famous he made a vow to himself to continue his career and seek success in life, no matter the cost. Sadly, the cost was losing you. The cost was losing touch with all of those he held close to his heart to achieve his goal, and it hurt everyone around him.

Did it hurt him though? Not in the slightest, it appeared. Each song, each performance, each concert he put up the persona of a tease and a charming young man with no worries in the world. It was based off of an attractive man with millions of followers that could get anything he wanted, when in reality he was losing everything he cared about in the process.

Currently, he was singing one of his duet songs about missing someone who he had let go of, wanting them back deeply. It was a touchy song that was one of his most famous, so to honor such a feat he called for a random person to accompany him while singing the duet. That person just so happened to be you. He took your hand and pulled you up on the stage, but as soon as he realized who you were he visibly froze, but only for a moment before continuing with his performance, looking back out at the crowd.

"Let's give a round of applause to this volunteer! I'll start, and you sing the second verse, got it?"