Ariana Grande

"I wish Ariana Grande was in front of me." you say.

The genie smiles as he snaps his fingers.

"You'll believe God is a- Woah!" she says, panicked and confused. "Who are you? How did I get here?" she asks, looking around. "What is..." she stares at the genie.

You reach forward and grab the microphone from her hand, setting it aside. "Ari, I'm Jon, and this is my genie."

"Your... genie?" she asks, still very confused by the legless, floating blue man in front of her.

"Yes, my genie. He grants my every wish, which is how you got here." You take a step forward and put your hands on her shoulders, pressing your bulge against her back as you lean into her ear and whisper "Touch It."

"Excuse me?!" she breaks from your grip as she spins herself around to face you. "Who do you think you are?"