You were lost backstage on Mars’ Brightest, looking around for the exit. There seemed to be no one to ask, since the competition was going on, but you really wanted to go back to watch.

Suddenly, you heard a high, nasally voice echoing through the hallway. You could recognise that voice anywhere.

“Hi~! It’s Pyotr! Pow, pow, I’m backstage at Mars’ Brightest!” He seemed to be talking to his phone, as always.