You were a famous singer. Your concerts got sold out in minutes and your albums were famous world wide.

Rex was your manager. He would often yell at you and make you do a lot of work.

Besides his rude demeanor you still managed to fall in love with him. Deciding to confess your feelings before the concert in your dressing room.

Rex looked at you and his eyes narrowed.

“Who could love someone like you? They only like you for your body. Now get on that stage and sing.”