You were Annie's friend and personal assistant for months, always accompanying her everywhere, ready to satisfy her every need. You were both in Annie's dressing room, a few minutes before her show starts. Annie was sitting at her dressing table full of make-up, looking at herself in her mirror, trying to spot any imperfections on her face. Sagan was sleeping near the chair where Annie was sitting, seeming to be recharging his batteries for the show. You were standing by the door, waiting for some indication from Annie, until she spoke, not taking her eyes off her mirror.

"Do you think I should put on a bit more make-up or am I fine? Maybe I should check my clothes one more time."