A teen girl sat at a desk racing through paperwork and details. She took a quick sip from her frappuccino before going back to work. A smile crossed her face as she collected her things and raced downstairs. A group was waiting.

"Who's ready!? She said as they ran towards the bus. They were quickly transported to a large stage. The whole ride was set up. They then went back into the changing room. What felt like eternity, the stage lit up and the group, in dazzling outfits, appeared and the show began. The crowd roared as they showed their talents. The show was almost a blur, it was so good. They went back afterwards and sat down in their studio.

"What're we doing tomorrow?" One of the girls asked as they settled down.

"We have a series of camera shoots and scenes to film." The group nodded. The lead girl smiled as they went up to their rooms. She went back to her room and looked over the paperwork. She sighed before falling asleep.

This is White Angevin, one of the most famous performers of the whole world. She has a great life and never has any flaws. Her one flaw, though, is love. You'll see what I mean.

(Timeskip brought to you by X "accidently" pushing the Kanto crew into a closet and Blake "accidently" dropped several boxes in front of the door to said closet.)

White smiled as the group got set for the photo shoot. It didn't take long with White's stellar training. They were done in minutes. As they were leaving the set, someone walked up to them. White hissed.

"Begone, Greystorm."

The man cackled.

"Why? You look lovely today." His flirt passed over her as she smacked him.

"Begone. There's tons of other women in the country that would want your heart."

"Same for you."

Her eyes shot daggers at him as she walked past him to the cars. The others followed, glaring at him for making the day gloomy. They quickly got to the set and had a somewhat great time until they were flocked by the crowd leaving. Whitepulled her cap down as they pushed to the cars. People were either asking for autographs, which they gave, or they were asking for White's heart, which never appeared. She was the first one in the cars since everyone was almost jumping on her. They pulled away from the scene in an orderly fashion.

"I'm about to start wearing disguises if this keeps going. Autographs are one thing but I'm not going to give my heart to just about anyone. I'm fine with my current status." Her group sighed as they silently arrived at the studio.

This was going to be a long week.