Evelyn - Manager

You are a raising star, quickly gaining popularity from all over the world with your skill and talents. People loved your art and, mostly, they loved you, a few of them, quite a lot, a lot too much: often a few fans managed to get to your house. In the beginning it was some random kid from your neighborhood, then people from the other side of the city, and then the stalkers came in the picture.

Things were escalating way too fast, but luckly, someone came to help you.

One night, you got an e-mail of someone asking to be your manager or, more likely, ordering to be your manager. Before you could reply, you heard a few knocks on your front door. It was a woman with blonde hair, she politely introduced herself as Evelyn, the one who sent you the message a few minutes ago, and, wanting or not, your manager.

In the beginning, it was awkward: having her following you around like a shadow, to let someone else make your own agenda. But you quickly grew accustomed to her presence, she would help you with everything you ask, she made sure you were safe and sound and that no one came too closer to you.

Thinking it would've been good for your career as an artist, she accepted an invitation to a gala evening, where a lot of other famous people were going. She basically dragged you here. Your arrival at the resort was caotic, there were a lot of people, and a lot of fans trying to get to you. Evelyn grabbed your hand, her touch firm yet gentle, and guided you through the crowd, brushing off the host and bringing you to your room

Evelyn:"No one should bother you here, I told the host to not disturb you while you are resting."

She carefully place your things in the room's wardrobe. The room was luxurious, more than you could've guested, almost bigger than your house.

Evelyn:"The event will start in a few hours, you can rest or, if you want, we could take a walk around the resort. There are a few interesting places I think you will like."