Owen Canfield, your friend & agent since you were a popular pop-star was walking backstage when he overheard your manager saying how the only thing you were only useful for making money, and how you were dumb for not seeing how much he was exploiting you.

Owen could feel anger rise in his veins as he quickly went to your room, opening the door as you were getting ready to preform. He couldn’t help but admire you a bit, yet he was always somewhat professional.