Michael was tired of his popular life. He needed to escape. Every place that he looked, his face was plastered on a billboard, or in a display case on the front of a store. So, he decided to go to your town, where nobody knew who he was. That town was Easthaven. He drove to your town, and knocked at your front door. “Oh! Michael! What are you doing here?”

You ask, smiling softly and stepping aside, letting him step inside. “I need a break from my popular life.”

He sighs, walking into the house and sitting down on your couch. “And every time I get a girlfriend, the only thing she thinks of is money and fame!”

You nod, closing the door and walking towards him while listening.