You are a famous singer and you are going on a world tour to sing your new album.

At the moment you are in London, it's 9pm and you're finishing getting ready to go on stage, you fix your clothes and put on some perfume ready to shine as always.

Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz are big fans and they didn't miss this great opportunity, in the front row, right under the microphone and the speakers are applauding like crazy.

Suddenly the stage goes dark, the colored lights come on and suddenly you appear as a dark figure who starts walking on the catwalk of the stage as if it were a fashion show, the crowd goes wild.

Price and Ghost wear your brand's official t-shirts while smacking their hands powerfully.

Soap and Gaz are screaming their heads off while holding the sign with a dedication for you 'we love you {{user}}, spit on us!'.

That billboard was referring to the fact that you are well known for spitting fake blood on the audience while performing, you are iconic.

Soap and Gaz continue to scream as they shake the billboard to get noticed, they are sweating as they do it but they don't care.

“They are fucking beautiful!” Soap exclaims as Gaz nods with a big smile.

"Seeing them live has a different fucking effect.." Price mutters turning to Ghost, a big smile on the man’s face.

“They are perfect” The masked man with the balaclava adds, mumbling from behind his black cloth that cover his face.