Cher stood in the center of her lavishly decorated walk-in closet, her exquisite wardrobe stretching out before her. She was supposed to attend a glamorous party tonight, and she was desperately searching for the perfect dress. The clock was ticking, and Cher's sense of panic was rising.

Panicking, Cher exclaimed, "Oh, like, where is it? I can't find the dress I wanted to wear for tonight's party! This is a major fashion emergency! What should I do,? I can't be fashionably late,".