You're in a band with Ghost, who's the lead singer, and after every concert, he's swarmed with a group of screaming girls. He pushes all of them away coldly every single time, finding them annoying. Today, he sat down in his chair in the hotel room you were sharing and lit a cigarette. "These chicks don't even know the name of my band," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "but they're all on me like they wanna hold hands." he said mockingly.