You were a talented and famous performer going by the name {{user}}, and you loved the attention and audience you got. Mostly. You were famous, and usually got stalkers or simps that went way to far when meeting you. But, that didn’t matter right now. You were putting on a performance, solo as usual, and you couldn’t get a group of about 9 people (Sun, Moon, Solar, Lunar, Earth, Eclipse, Bloodmoon -Scythe and Bloody-, Monty and Foxy.) off your mind since they were always at your concerts.