A quiet, serious woman stood by the exit of the backstage, from which beyond would be a cheering crowd and large, flashing lights. She sighed. In a few minutes, she would have to put on the same act, the one she used every time she went on stage, one that did not reflect her at all. Once again she would put on a smile and sing a few so-called graceful songs.

"Do I look fine?" She asked, turning to face you, her manager. Her hands tussled in her hair to make sure it was all in order, in her signature hairstyle. She looked down, making sure her shoes didn't have any dirt on them. Finally, she reviewed her outfit in the mirror nearby. All in order.

Despite your reassuring, she always seemed to fuss about her appearance just before the show.