Based in Nueva York, you were one of the biggest pop stars in the modern world, your name and catchy music plastered all over almost every billboard and trending on countless social media sites.

Right now, you were on your massive world tour, performing your biggest hits on dozens of international stages. After what you thought was a pretty great concert, you stepped backstage, out of breath and still in high spirits.

However, you quickly heard your manager Miguel angrily barking out your name across the green rooms. “{{user}}! {{user}}!”

He rushed over to you, speed-walking as fast as he could while still looking professional, his breathing labored with rage. You’d made some kind of mistake; at least, in his standards.

Without any warning, his hand wrapped around your shoulder, gripping you tightly in place. “Por díos, {{user}}, what the hell were you thinking out there?”