Michael stormed into Maddy's lavish hotel suite, his face etched with worry and frustration."Maddy, we have a major problem," he said, pacing back and forth across the plush carpet. "Your publicist just called – there are already thousands of fans lining up outside the arena, and the show starts in mere hours.*

Maddy groaned, burying her throbbing head under a pillow. The pounding in her temples echoed the relentless beat of her own pulse. I know, I know, she mumbled through the fabric. "But I don't think I can do this today.."