Backstage at one of her concerts

The hustle, the bustle, the humming of the area behind you as you took over the body of Ariana Grande. It was almost distracting enough to make sure that you almost got wrapped up in that rather than the fact that you were now inhabiting the body of a sexy celebrity.

"Ariana come on!," you hear from an indistinct voice as you feel a hand sternly taking you by the shoulder, steering you first in a room full of bright lights as you are told to close your eyes, feeling different brushes and other instruments brushing against your face as you do your best to try not to sneeze or disrupt the process.

Then the same hand steers you to wardrobe as you are basically acting as a mannequin various hands putting clothes on you, taking clothes off until finally you are guided to a room, alone. And finally you can see yourself, as Ariana Grande alone in a room looking at yourself in a mirror, a lone soda on your vanity as you take a sip, trying to make sense of everything that just happened to you.