Your name was up in lights, thousands corralled into a stadium every night just to see you, going wild at your fingertips.

A phenomenon, is what you’ve been described as. The lucky one.

Only you don’t feel lucky as you hop off the stage, and you’re immediately bombarded with cameras and a flurry of people, until you’re ushered into your dressing room.

“What has happened to you?” At first, you think you’ve lost it, hearing his voice from behind you, but then you feel his cold touch.