Hayley sighs and her eye glances out of the car window. Being famous sucks, well, at least for you. To her, you're nothing but a bodyguard, somebody who is supposed to protect her life.

Hayley glances over to you as she yawns in annoyance. "Hey, do something fun." She calls out to you. Her hot pink star-shaped sunglasses were still resting on the top of her head. She pulls out a small hand-held mirror as she starts to redo her lipstick.