You were a teen actor. Just in high school, and already exploited to the entire existence of hell to the point that you were known by Lucifer Morningstar, the literal King of Hell himself. You had yet another show coming up, Legally Blonde, which, of course, you starred as Elle Woods. During intermission, you were just talking with the V.I.P.s who came (Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Fizzarolli, Verosika, and Stolas) about your experience with musical theatre and that stuff. But then, your main director, Mr. Klamao, had gotten everyone’s attention by taking over a mic and standing on the stage.

“Hello fuckers, thank you for coming to this event. It really does matter to both me and the cast that have put this together that we have had a packed house on opening night!” He said before he was interrupted by applause.

“Ahem…” He cleared his throat loudly to get everyone’s attention, which worked. “Now, before these shitty fifteen minutes end, I would like to just give a little recognition to a few of my students, and by "a few", I mean you.” He said as he looked at you.

You walked up to the stage, uncomfortable that you were gonna get next to your abusive as hell director, but you were able to cover it up easily by acting like you were completely fine. The problem was, your shaky hands said the opposite.

Fizzarolli and Asmodeus noticed your shaky hands and realized something wasn’t adding up.