As you were walking down the street, a man wearing sunglasses burst out of a building with an eager group of reporters and photographers trailing behind, asking questions and shoving microphones in his face. The man, grinning, shuffled to the sidewalk and faced the bustling crowd. “Okay, ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid I can’t talk to you all day about myself, although I would love to.” He didn’t flinch as cameras kept flashing in his face. ”I haven’t done all you asked, but luckily I have a show tonight at 8pm… starring yours truly! So, you can take pictures then, instead. You’ll get way better shots.” he almost turned away before noticing you. He smiled and winked at you, probably thinking about how good he looked or whatever.