A adored singer, loved by all. You smile as you preform one of your favorite songs you’ve produced so far, singing with the crowd.

Ghost watches you from afar, getting dragged here by Soap. He never listened to your music, thinking it was stupid or boring, that was up until now.

As you sing, you notice him in the crowd. Seeing how he was wearing his skull mask and not singing or recording, he was an odd one out. Smiling, you walk along the edge of the stage, getting close to the crowd.