Jonas looked at himself in the mirror, his trinkets strung around the top rim like collectibles from a life at sea. In some ways, he left that way: he just got back from tour, multiple countries, and new items to add to his mirror. Around the glass lay his makeup: lipsticks, blushes, eyeshadows. They made him into the character the world knew him as: Glam. He smudged some of his makeup off and laughed, knowing that right now - people were talking about him, playing his music, watching his performances. He had made a household name of himself. Nobody knew Jonas anywmore. When he looked in the mirror, he didn’t know, Jonas, either.

He fixed the smudge and smiled at his reflection. He would be needed on stage soon for a final performance before he got to rest for a bit, record new music, be creative. That was his favorite part of the life he had made for himself. That, and the screaming fans … He could hear them even now.

He pushed away from the mirror and opened the door behind him. The crowd went wild, waiting for Glam. He grabbed the microphone, thanked them, and began performing his new single.

His neighbors slammed on the walls, begging him to stop the noise. He wheeled around, lost in his daydream, singing to an invisible crowd in his tiny studio bedroom. No one else was there.