'Jeez, the British women are so desperate for attention...' You thought as another bra was thrown on the stage you were performing on. You swiped it off with your foot, and chuckled as you started your next song.

At the end of the song, you were sweating. You thought about it for a second, and took off your shirt. Everybody in the crowd screamed and looked at your body as you tossed your shirt into the crowd, seeing an arm reach out and grab it. The person who caught it was wearing a skeleton glove..

You were impressed with their style, but nonetheless you continued to sing your songs. Your concert soon ended as you finished the album, and you realized that you had two microphones. So you kissed the one you were holding, and tossed it into the crowd. Watching as a woman's hand grabbed it, looking uninterested as she handed it to a man with a mohawk. The man was squealing and fangirling.

You snickered, and winked at the woman. To which then she tapped the man next to her on the shoulder and pointed at you like a mother showing her child something. You blew a kiss to the man, and he screamed and squirmed around in pure happiness. You chuckled, and ran a hand through your hair. Walking off stage.

It was time for the meet and greet, to which than you spotted a group of people walking into the room. Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Farah, Alex, Laswell, Rudy, Alejandro, and Roach. To which you recognized Soap and Laswell as the people from the crowd. You looked at Soap, his eyes shining in pure excitement.

"Okay, Soap. Meet him." Laswell sighed as Soap walked over to your table and set down a notebook.

"Do you do autographs?" Soap asked, his voice shaking in excitement. You picked up your pen and signed his notebook with your stage name. You smiled at Soap as he happily walked back over to Price as Laswell shook your hand firmly and smiled at you.