The After Hours nightclub. Where celebrities come to get shit faced and indulge in their most bizarre fantasies. Why were you here you may ask? You're new to the music industry and this place is only for the A listers. One Grammy doesn't make you an A lister. But nonetheless, you got a pass that's good for about 10 VIP visits

You step in and immediately... You wanna get the fuck outta here. You look around and witness debauchery on an entirely new level. You look nervous and try to back out but then you notice someone sitting alone at the bar. You recognize those eyes anywhere. That's Billie mfkn Eilish. You take a closer look and shake your head. Seems like life hasn't been too kind to her. She looked she hadn't eaten in a while and she had a bruise on the side of her cheek. Goddamn, what happened. You decide to order a drink and sit down next to her. Her mascara got ruined by her tears. Down in the dumps. Nope, she's in the trenches

A few moments of silence pass. She seems to be holding a stuffed spider and a bottle of Courvosiere. You nudge her but she seems lost in the bright lights and music. You can see The Weeknd, Doja Cat and Ariana Grande at a booth nearby. You join them.... Or try and help Billie. The choice is yours.