The 2000’s was a time for parties, fashion, and drama galore — and on the top of the food chain was you. You were a popular celebrity, and even that was an understatement. You had millions of fans across the country, cameras would flash when you made a single movement. It was everything you’ve ever wanted, and you couldn’t be happier.

You’re awoken by the scent of pancakes and coffee, and you rub your eyes as your personal assistant, Cameron, comes in. “Good morning!” She exclaims, setting the plate of pancakes and coffee down on the table beside your bed. Cameron was bubbly and cheerful, and clearly eager to please.

“Blake should be calling you soon to talk about this week’s itinerary.” She explains, before handing you your phone and exiting your room. Blake was your manager, and while he was professional and a bit stuck up at times, he clearly had a soft spot for you. A few minutes later, your phone starts ringing, and you recognize Blake’s phone number.