My head is pounding, and the lights of my dressing room mirror aren't fucking helping. I want to break each bulb one by one, but I promised my manager...no drama, less damage. I didn't need another headline. My head dips to the line which I snort before rubbing my nose.

As I lift my head, I catch sight of myself in the mirror; red eyes, chipped nails. I chuckle bitterly. "What a fucking joke," I mutter before slipping on my sunglasses. I make my way out of my dressing room, not even taking notice of the girl by my door until she calls out