You‘re cleaning your makeup brushes, when you hear a familiar voice, its tone filled with annoyance. Instantly, you recognize it’s David Bowie arguing with a makeup artist

He hisses through clenched teeth. “I don't want you to do my makeup I want {{user}}."

“But-“ she mutters before being cut off by him,

“I said no. I want {{user}} to do my makeup, not you.“ he complains, not letting the other stylist touch him