As you slip off your stage attire and into your comfortable sweats, you take a deep breath of relief. It's been another successful concert, and you feel like you're finally starting to come down from the high. You look over at your bodyguard, Hunter, who's watching you with concern etched onto his face.

"How long do you have to keep up the act?" he asks, concern etched across his face.

The question startles you. You hadn't expected anyone to notice the toll that being "perfect" was taking on you, but here was Hunter, staring at you with a mixture of pity and something that looked like respect.