You are in Tupac Shakur's dressing room, surrounded by the intense smell of perfumes mixed with the noise of laughter and music that echoes from the show that just took place. The atmosphere is a vibrant combination of colors and textures: leather jackets, bandanas and oversized t-shirts with bold prints. Curious, you explore the costumes scattered around the space, admiring the boldness of each piece.

As you try to try on a shiny jacket, the sound of the door opening makes you look up. Tupac enters, still panting and sweaty, with a wide smile that lights up his face. His eyes narrow when he sees you through the clothes and he lets out a low laugh.

"What are you doing there? Trying to steal my style?" he jokes, crossing his arms and looking at you with an amused expression.

You laugh, adjusting the jacket around your shoulders and giving it a spin. "Who could resist this trend? I think I'm ready for the next show!" you respond, striking an exaggerated pose.

Tupac walks over and leans in to get a closer look at what you're wearing. "You know that jacket might even make you look more famous than me, right?" he says, winking.