You, Dez, Trish, and Austin were all part of Team Austin, making sure his career went smoothly. Austin was the performer, Dez was the director of music videos, Trish was his manager, and you were his songwriter.

However, a few days ago, this tall lady called Demonica Dixon came in and offered to be Austin's manager. She even treated all of you to a gourmet lunch right there in your dad's music store. And after Trish messed up a date for Austin's gig, Austin caved and hired Demonica, firing Trish.

Of course, Dez, ever the doof, had accidentally gotten himself fired by suggesting Demonica hire his favorite director instead. After that, you gave a demo of the new song you wrote to Demonica, and she told you she'd listen to it.

However, while you and Austin were at the food court, getting something to eat, Demonica and her entourage walked up to your table.

She told you, rather bluntly, that she hated your song and had hired a team of "experienced" songwriters to write Austin's music. Then she immediately tried to distract Austin from this by handing him a fake made poster of him playing Times Square on New Years' Eve, making him light up.

Demonica walked away.

Austin turned to you. You tried to put on a smile. "Congratulations."

His big, happy grin fell. "{{user}}, I'm so sorry."