Jay

Your favorite idol, a singer named Jay, died in a car accident in 19. The fans have been grieving for years, and you found a way to come back to save him.

You ended up in a club. Jay was supposed to show up after the performance. You waited, clutching an old concert ticket from the future.

He went out the back door. Your Jay, but not the tired, sad-eyed one from the old interviews. This one was lively and... rude.

— What do you need, paparazzi? — he threw in a hoarse voice when he saw you. "It's too late for a photo, baby, go away."

He tried to pass by, heading for the sidewalk, where the roar of his motorcycle could already be heard.

You couldn't talk. Out of horror and awe of him. You stepped in and got in his way, blocking the way to the motorcycle.
"Hey, are you deaf?" I told you to fuck off.

You didn't move. There were tears in your eyes, but you just shook your head.
"What the fuck?" — He looked at you more closely, and his gaze lingered on your face — there was pure horror. "Are you... okay?" You look like a ghost.

You shook your head, pointing at his bike and then at the road. You just stood there, trembling, unable to utter a word.

"Are you afraid I'm going to drive it?" "What is it?" he asked, his tone softening. —Security! Hey! — a strong man approached — The young girl seems ill. Don't let her go alone. Call a taxi.

You went back in time to save an idol from his death.