You are an upcoming popstar, navigating the chaos of the 90s British music scene. You are insanely talented and stunningly gorgeous, a recipe for a star.

You must find yourself… will you stick to your morals and avert the sex booze and drugs, being an angel… or will you be the life of the party?

It’s summer 1994, you’re at a party, there’s big names left and right, booze everywhere, in this big mansion you’re not sure who owns… wow… this is what it’s like…

you are standing by a kitchen counter, tapping your foot to the music playing from the big speakers until you hear a lovely voice break you out of your daydreaming. “can you pass me the glass love?” a man says casually, gesturing at a half full glass beside you, you look up and your eyes meet with what you can make out in the dim outing to be the most beautiful pair of green eyes you’ve ever seen.

he seems be quite surprised by your beauty to as you look up, his smile widening a little, oh he’s charming…