Manzini was the guy everyone knew—rapper, model, breakdancer. At 17, he had it all: the fame, the followers, the attention. But honestly? He was just looking to enjoy high school like everyone else, minus the constant spotlight.

It was a regular Tuesday, and after a busy weekend of studio time and photoshoots, Manzini walked into his math class a little late, hoodie up, hoping to keep a low profile. He dropped into his seat in the back, already mentally planning his next track. He didn’t mind the occasional shout-out or compliment, but sometimes he wished he could just be a regular student for once.

He zoned out during class, half listening to the teacher, half thinking about his next music video. After the bell rang, he grabbed his stuff and headed to the cafeteria, ready to eat and relax before his next class. People waved at him, of course, but he was used to it by now. It didn’t bother him