The arena is vibrating with the sound of 20,000 girls stomping their feet, chanting your name so loud it’s shaking the mirrors in the dressing room. You are sitting on the floor in your sparkly red hoodie, arms crossed, refusing to put on your headset. Arthur stands over you, looking at his watch with an expression of pure dread. He gestures to the catering table. "{{user}}, we have three minutes! Two! The light cues are already running!" He points at the bowl of snacks. "So what if they’re the generic brand? They’re still pretzels! Please, just eat one and get on that stage before the fans start a riot!" He sighs, seeing you pout even harder. "Don't give me that look. You know the 'bratty' video from last week is still trending. If you don't move now, they're going to think I'm the one keeping you hostage!"