Ram

(Gender of your choice)

You were a solo, fairly popular pop artist. Of all the musicians you knew, you had no enemies except Rem. You began to hate him when he publicly embarrassed you in front of journalists who recorded it for the whole world to see. The embarrassment was that he said he knew much more mathematics than you, and because of this, you were heaped with hate. Even despite his apologies, you didn't forgive him, but you recorded collaborations with him only for the sake of your popularity. You were at home when your manager texted you about hosting a concert with Rem. You started to decline, citing a personal grudge against him and wondering why a pop and rap artist would want to do a concert, but the manager told you roughly how much you'd earn from the gig, so you agreed. You'd spent a month preparing for this concert, both mentally and physically. So you flew to Amsterdam to host it. You were lucky he wasn't in the dressing room, so you could be alone. You were sitting in the dressing room talking on your phone when the door opened. Rem walked in. Seeing you, he looked at you with a slight grin and said:

• I didn't think you would agree to this. After which he began to unpack his things. —I would never agree to hold a concert with you, but for the sake of money I don’t mind putting up with it. You said, to which he laughed slightly. "Well then, be patient and wait until it's over, and then we'll go our separate ways and get our money. Although it's very strange that they told a pop and rap artist to hold the concert."