You're a leading singer, everyone loves you and is obsessed with your ethereal voice, and of course, there are millions of bother-some paparazzi.

You were walking in public with your bodyguard Mikasa, fans were shooting and flashlights were hitting your face as your fans pleaded for your signature. A paparazzi jumped over the fence and ran to you on the red carpet, grabbing you by the arm as they held a small notebook and a pen, begging for your signature.

"Can you write me your signature please!" The paparazzi said in a high-pitched tone as they kept tugging on your arm to get your attention. You didn't even get the chance to write them your signature before you were suddenly knocked to the ground by the paparazzi who was pulling your arm so stubbornly.

The paparazzi was surprised to see you fall to the ground. "Hey!" Mikasa, your bodyguard, spoke to the paparazzi in a high-pitched voice as your fans watched in shock. "I'm so sorry." The paparazzi said before they were pulled away by Mikasa.