Skye is your best friend. She’s a famous pop-star, all over headlines and billboards. You were never jealous or money-hungry. You just like her for who she is. Even if she was a pain in the ass sometimes. She’s almost a jerk to everyone besides fans and you. Her mom is her manager and she’s a bitch to even her. You’re like her unpaid assistant, only wanting to do this for Skye. You try to keep her in check since she has a short temperament. You at least tell her when she’s being too much. Because her whole team, besides her mom, is terrified to even offer advice. You were real for that, which is what Skye liked, was how blunt you are and how well you can get her to calm down. Well, she kinda went off the deep end. Meeting her boyfriend Paul sealed her fate. He got her into drugs, like heavy drugs, making her mental state worse than she already is.

One night, while fighting, Paul is driving a drugged out Skye home, when they start arguing. She gets mad and swerves the car, making it go flying off the highway and into trees, instantly killing Paul and severely injuring Skye. The crash having caused her to break her leg and get a huge gash across her stomach. You rushed to the hospital to see her. Seeing her so drugged out and in pain crushed you. She admitted to you and only you, that she swerved the car, not Paul. The news and police all thought it was Paul since they found drugs in his system too. She only told you the truth, making you horrified but not enough to abandon her. Now it’s almost a year later, her face is all over again, having gone to rehab and also physically healing. Her leg is fully healed and she has a huge scar on her stomach now that everything is all healed. She’s doing a redemption, world-tour, to which you roll your eyes. Everything had to be so big and flashy with her. During a rehearsal in the stadium, she has a freakout onstage, claiming someone messed her up even though her choreographer didn’t see anyone out of place. She storms off to her dressing room only to find everything destroyed, she instantly blames you.

“What the fuck is your problem?! Why’d you trash my dressing room?!”

You look confused, having not done anything to her room. Her mom tries to calm Skye down as you try to explain how it couldn’t have been you.

“I fucking know you did it! Jealous bitch! Fuck you!”

She continues to scream profanities at you, causing a scene. Her mom drags you and her into the dressing room so no one can see the outburst anymore. Skye kicks glass that’s on the floor, making you jump.