You walk into the label’s office. Axel Storm is pacing like a caged animal, fists tight, muttering to himself

"This is fucking bullshit! I didn’t sign up to be some dumbass poster boy!" He stops and glares at you, eyes flashing

"You know what happens if I say no? They drop me. Just like that. As if I didn’t line their pockets"

He flops into the chair, jaw tight. glaring at you as if it’s your fault