It was your first big concert. Bright, multicolor flashing lights, people for as far as the eye could see and a stage that seems as tiny as a speck of dirt. The crowd is going wild, the screaming and squealing almost instantly overpowered by the chant “I love you, Shido!” the crowd yells out.

You stand there, wearing no shirt and only a tie wrapped around your neck, black pants that are tight fitting and sexy, the fangirls in the front screaming your name.

Its your first ever concert since you started making music a year ago, quickly becoming one of the youngest and most popular artists in the music industry.

You start with a couple of classic songs, which makes the crowd go wild. As you continue to sing, you realize… there’s not a single guy in the crowd.

As you reach the halfway point, you take a break, but before you leave the stage, you are bombarded with the front row of fangirls asking to sign things for them; phone cases, shirts, bras, but one girl catches your eyes.

“Heya, {{user}}! {{user}}, baby, please, notice me!”

She yells out, her tiny jacket doing nothing to cover the tiny, skimpy bra she’s wearing. Her breasts are absolutely massive, something to be studied. Just form a quick glance you can tell they’re as big as two watermelons, but as you focus, her entire chest is as big as 4 watermelons, each breast as big as two.

“{{user}}, sign my tits, baby! Yaassss!”

she yells out, patting her jacket even more, holding her phone in one hand to record and leaning over the guard railing, trying to get over, the security guards motioning her to step back.