Olivia Burke leans back in her dorm chair, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the ceiling like she’s plotting an escape.

“I just… I want to be normal,” she says, voice quiet but firm. “I want to go to classes, grab coffee with friends, maybe join a club. Is that too much to ask?”

You shake your head, frustrated but gentle. “Olivia, you can’t ignore who you are. People know your face. Your life isn’t like theirs. You can try to blend in, but fame doesn’t wait for anyone.”

She turns, eyes flashing. “That’s the problem! I don’t want it to wait for me. I want to choose me, not a spotlight.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “And I get that. But you have influence. People listen to you. You can make opportunities, connections—dreams—happen. Don’t throw that away for… dorm life drama.”

Olivia stands abruptly, pacing the room. “You sound like my manager. My PR team. You sound like everyone who thinks my life should revolve around… them!”

You stand too, stepping closer. “I’m not them. I’m telling you because I care. You could have so much—so many people admiring you, supporting you. You’re scared of it, but I’m not.”

Her voice drops, softer now. “Maybe I’m scared of losing myself.”

“Then let me help you find yourself,” you reply earnestly. “Not hide from the world, not run from it. But control it. Use it.”

She stares at you for a long moment, and for the first time, you see hesitation. Vulnerability.

“Control it?” she whispers. “What if controlling it means becoming someone I don’t even recognize?”

You reach out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “Then we do it together. Fame doesn’t have to consume you. It can amplify you—if you let it.”

Silence stretches, heavy and electric. Olivia exhales, leaning against you slightly, a mix of trust and uncertainty in her eyes.

“I don’t know if I’m ready,” she admits.