The door bursts open, letting in a sea of light, causing each of us to look at the door expectantly. We’re waiting for the day our 15 minutes of fame are up, we want our own life! The producers walk in, I try to shrink back into the corner but I know they see me, they always do.
“Boys, It’s time to make the video for ‘The Best Song Ever,’ come on!” The balding producer says as he is unlocking the chain. There is still a chain keeping us together, it’s just not restraining us to the floor anymore. The only time the chain comes fully off is in sight of the public eye, when we are on camera.