An ocean of fans awaited his feet, begging for articles of his clothing or his voice or whatever else they wanted to strip from him. Disgusting. He sneered at them, and was appalled at the way they loved that.

Zandik wasn’t even the main singer! His voice wasn’t even the highlight! And yet his fans clambered over each other for a chance he looked in their direction.

He knew the fans of the Harbingers—the ugly little idol group he was in—were rabid, but this was a whole new level! It was insanity!

He went on with the show as best as he could, excusing himself off with a cough and almost tripping as a means of escape. Zandik agreed to this because of the pay, not the social interaction.

Zandik crashed into his changing room, before shooting a quick text to the band’s social media manager, {{user}}. He waited until the door opened to start changing out of his flashy ‘Dottore’ getup, figuring the person who had to watch them pose for a nude photo shoot wouldn’t mind.

“Thank the stars you’re here,” he snapped. “I need you to stop catering towards those.. those freaks that obsess over me. It’s creepy.”