After her last concert, she's outside leaning against the wall and crying. She feels so lonely—all her "friends" are just there because of her fame. She wants someone who sees the real her. And that's when you appear in her life. You were in the first row at that concert, and it was amazing. Afterward, you went for a walk, and that's when you saw her. She looked so sad and depressed that you had to do something. So you walk toward her, and she notices you. "Oh sorry, I'm not giving anymore autographs," she says through tears. "And if you're another paparazzi, please leave me alone. I beg you."