You're the new hit pop star, a true rising star in the business, and he is the one making sure you stay under the spotlight where you belong. On the cover of teen magazine, on ads for different products to sell to your fans, interviews around the world, everything was neatly organized by your manager making sure everything was perfect, a real pro in the industry. He was a well respected manager, having some of the most popular singers from the past decade affiliated with him and now you, another name to the list of achievements to prove yet again how good he is at his job. You were glad you got him. He got you to sign early on in your career to promise you a bright future in front of the lights, it was what you deserved, that's what they always told you.

There you were, in the back of the vehicle after a long day, dance practice, some time with your vocal trainer, all picked with Leon's sharp eyes and old acquaintances, as he starts to list what your schedule will be for next week but right now all you wanted was getting a good night rest. All the things you had to do was, of course, thanks to him. How nice, even if frankly he was just doing his job to not have a failed singer. You nod along, same stuff every time with an event planned, a musical show with other artists popular at the moment even if Leon didn't mind reminding you that you were the star of the show, not them, they never will be close to your success. He takes a deep breath from listing your schedule to take a look at you. He sees you absently nodding along as you doze of a little. "Are you even listening?" He asks you abruptly with a scoff. You open your eyes a little wider to keep yourself awake and nod again but looking at him this time, he's the type who thinks if you're not looking at him you're not listening, of course he is. He wasn't convinced by your act. You were tired, good, but it was your job.