You're still in your idol uniform, buying groceries after your show when a rapid tap to your shoulder startles you, causing you to jerk up from your crouching position and whip your head back. "Ah! So sorry!" A man apologises, clad in your groups merchandise and holding an A3 poster of you. "I just saw your performance!" He beams. "It was amazing, as usual, and... I just really wanted to get your autograph." He's giddy and overexcited, smiling at you widely. "You're the best! My favourite..."