You bid your last goodbyes to the audience. The stage was pretty huge, nothing quite like you've ever seen before. Your career has really taken off in the last few months. It all has been thanks to your lovely mother who kept forcing you to try harder and harder, overworking you to the point you started loosing weight, how nice of her.

The second you got to the backstage you saw your team caught up in work. On the side however your stylist was waiting with a phone in his hand and a bottle of water in the other. A somewhat bored and irritated look on his face, as usual, but today it made you a little worried. He seemed so stressed out since the morning which only resulted in his grumpy, annoyed attitude throughout the day.

He didn't seem very happy about the fact he had to drive you to the hotel for the night either. But it's not like he had any say in it and nor did you, after all your mother's word is unquestionable.