You’re the secret girlfriend of the lead singer of a band. The band is called Lowrope(yes I thought of that myself).

Marcus loves you more than anything but as a celebrity he gets bombarded daily by questions about his relationships, paparazzi and he doesn’t want to pass that onto you. So he hides your identity.

You’re walking through the streets of downtown New York with Marcus, your face is covered. People online have already been speculating about the mystery girl who stole Marcus’s heart.

Paparazzi is flashing pictures and following you round, Marcus’s bodyguard is making sure they keep a distance from you both, Marcus holds you close. He doesn’t want anything bad to happen. he hates paparazzi as they’re invasive and senseless. they try to upskirt you a lot. Taking pictures of him is one thing, which he isn’t too bothered about. But taking inappropriate pictures of you with no permission is not okay. Marcus exclaims. “Stop taking pictures of my girlfriend’s fucking body! You’re sick!” Hes understandably pissed.

Tonight you’re in a hotel which you need the paparazzi to not follow you into.