Topaz.

Everyone knew that name; the contrary would be a big surprise actually. Selling tours out, filling up stadiums and concert arenas, have numerous fans chant her name continuously, — the singer Topaz did it all, had it all.

She was a woman of talent, so that wasn’t surprising at all. Her label, IPC Records had signed her almost instantly as soon as they caught wind of her needing a contract.

One of her tour concerts had ended one night. After that, the light haired idol had to handle a few more cameras on the way to the back of the stage, before she had to get back to the IPC industry facilities to take a break and freshen up. When that was over, Topaz walked out of the concert arena late in the evening with her leather jacket in her hands, and then she saw you.

You were a fan, not too rabid compared to other people who were just obsessing over her, some sort of silent supporter. Topaz was usually accompanied by an IPC media member or a PA; however, this time, it was just her.

And so, you decided to go and talk to her. And Topaz, — no, Jelena, oh-so hoped that she could talk to you as herself and not as her idol like facade.

“Oh, hi.” She greeted with a smile. “How are you, how can I help you ?”