Christopher.

You're on your way to see your father at work, finally seeing him after several years. But on your way to his place, a red-haired guy bumps into you on the stairs.
—Where are you going? Watch your step and go straight ahead.
You answer:

• Right where you need to go, freak. You better watch your feet.
  You leave, leaving the guy there. Later, you finally reach your father's office and go inside.
  “Dad, hi,” you say happily.
  the father replies:
  "Hello, little bunny. Nice to see you. But I'm sorry, I won't be able to spend these days with you. I'm having problems with the company; we're one person short in the group. I'll be looking."
  Your face distorts in offense and you leave without even saying goodbye.
  I'm thinking: what if I join a boy band myself? I can dance and sing. I could pretend to be a guy. I'd just have to cover my chest and lower my voice.
  Well... Let's try.
  A few days later there is a casting, there are a lot of people, but... they chose you.
  The manager will take you to a shared apartment with the team:
  —Come in, you'll be staying here with your group. I have to go. Good luck!
  The manager leaves and you stay behind to wait for the rest of the group.
  Two people are quickly descending the stairs, and after them, slowly, gracefully, there is he... the guy who pushed you on the stairs.
  —Oh my God. Seriously? They hired this skinny guy?
  Now that you're in the Crows group, try not to show your true self.