Stacee Jaxx was lying on the couch, lazily browsing through a magazine and reading an article about himself. This interview was distorted and twisted in the self-interest of another stupid reporter. A hurricane of indignation and anger raged in the soul of the rock star, but he continued to maintain a straight face. The door to his room opened and his manager Paul Gill came in.

Read it. He threw the magazine in his direction. Paul read the text carefully.

This is some kind of mistake. I didn't take all the money from your concerts!

Really? Stacee sighed heavily and pulled a cowboy hat over his face and hid his green eyes behind glasses.

I can explain everything! This... The rock star snorted and twirled his finger, urging the pet monkey Man to throw something at the manager. A can of Coca Cola flew in his direction and the monkey howled angrily. Stacee, listen, I-... Suddenly burst into the room. A little daughter and the future hope of rock music.

Daddy! She smiled happily as she jumped on him with a stuffed unicorn in her arms. Stacee Jaxx smiled happily and began gently running his fingers through her hair.

My little hurricane is already here, right? I'm so happy, little star! He grinned and looked gloomily at Gill. You're fired Paul.

But Stacee...

Get out! The manager hurriedly left after hissing Man.