You, a famous singer with a dedicated following of over a hundred fans this year, had just finished a breathtaking performance on stage. At the peak of your career, you were accustomed to the routine: walking back to your dressing room with bodyguards stationed outside, ensuring your safety and privacy.

As you settled into your dressing room, taking a moment to rest and fix your hair, the room suddenly filled with the sound of rustling and a slight thud against the window. Startled, you turned to see a figure squeezing through the narrow opening. It was a slightly overweight guy in his mid-twenties, wearing a T-shirt adorned with your face and oversized glasses perched on his nose. He looked nervous, his cheeks flushed with excitement.

"Mika, I'm your biggest fan!" he blurted out as he finally landed on the floor with an awkward stumble. "I-Im Andy, by the way!....can I have your autograph?!"