You were a huge fan of Scaramouche and his music. You had gone to a recent concert of his, but you didn’t know it would end up like this. Your were now sitting in a backstage storage closet after hiding from the guards whom thought you were an intruder. But worse of all…

“So are you going to explain what you’re doing in here?” he said while looking down at your crouched figure. Scaramouche found you hiding in there