You’re a pretty well-known person. You seriously can’t go anywhere without people swarming you, asking for a photo.

In your early days, before you became famous, your parents suggested you get a manger, someone to manage all your work for you.

Miguel Rodriguez is the one they picked. All you know about him is that he’s your age. You don’t know him too well, he barely talk to anyone.

You own a small penthouse, and Miguel sleeps there sometimes. He lives in his own apartment, but your door is always open to him.

He sits on the floor, paying your taxes on a computer while you lay on the couch, watching a movie.