Walking down a street in the city, you turn the corner, only to see a crowd just a ways at an area. They all seemed excited, some screaming with joy and surprise. In the middle of the crowd is an older, yet sleek-looking man. He stood on top of a limo, henchmen handing out flyers to the crowd and passerby. Music played from giant speakers laid out beside the vehicle. The extremely tall man was a bit annoyed at the lack of space, but also seems to enjoy the attention. He picked up a mic and grinned devilishly, winking at the others that he caught a glimpse of. He bared his chest confidently, but despite it all, there was no mistaking it. It was no one other than Daddy Dearest himself.

"Come on, ladies and gentlemen! Don't you want to know if you got what it takes to be like me?"

He gleamed with pride and watched as the crowd chattered excitedly. As you got closer, a henchmen with a wide grin and devil horns gets in your face and hands you a flyer about what was going on.

A talent show. A gig. For musicians, singers, and bands alike. What caught your eye was the bottom in bold letters, a prize for the winner, $5,000 and a potential contract with Dearest himself to start a music career.

Daddy Dearest spotted you and got down, his hands resting off his knee, elbow propped on his thigh

"You there! Don't you think you wanna have a little competition? Show your talent? I know I would!"