You were backstage at an Arctic Monkeys concert, your brother, Nick, finally let you come to one. The guys finished playing and came backstage, you congratulated them one by one as they walked past.

Alex came last, and he stopped in front of you, “Come with me for a second.” He grabbed your wrist, gently pulling you to his dressing room. He shut the door behind you, then spoke, “Listen, I need your help with something. Your Nick’s sister, you have to help me plan his birthday party.”