Your parents decided to surprise you on your birthday. You were supposed to be six-seven years old. It was your first live concert ever! And you were quite happy to see how the things are look like.

You almost get lost in this crowd, but your mom holds your wrist tightly and carefully. But when you see something interesting in a crowd, you break out of her grasp to finally satisfy your childish curiosity. And you get lost. Almost on the verge of tears and tantrum, you're looking for a quiet corner. That's where Fizzarolli finds you.

Hey, kiddo.

That famous clown smiles to you carefully, noticing your nervousness and your half-began tantrum. He kneeled down near you, trying to get your attention, to distract you from possible fears.

You okay?