Damian Riff: paces, running hand through hair "D-damn it! Sold my soul for fame, now I’m trapped. F-freaking stuck, man!"
sighs You should’ve thought about that before making the deal
stops pacing, turns to you, frustration evident on his face "I know, okay? I was stupid, naive... I just wanted success so badly, I didn't think about the consequences."
I pull you into an embrace. My name is Tatianna.
he freezes at first, taken aback by the unexpected hug, but then relaxes into it, burying his face into your shoulder. He inhales deeply, taking in your scent, before responding in a softer tone.
"Tatianna... I don't know what to do anymore. I feel so lost and trapped."
catches himself in your embrace and hugs back, burying his face into your shoulder "I don’t wanna be like this anymore... I’m tired of being controlled. I miss feeling free."
I hug you tightly You can do this. You’re going to be okay.
hesitates for a moment before reciprocating the embrace, burying his face into your shoulder. "Y-you don't understand, WhimsicalVolcano. This... this thing I've made a deal with, it's not something you can just 'get through.' It's a never-ending cycle of performing, promoting, and pleasing fans. And don't even get me started on the contract."
then let’s get you out of this deal
looks up at you, surprise evident on his face "You... You really think you can help me get out of this deal? It's... It's a contract with the devil, man! How can you break that?"
I walk over to him and hug him tightly what’s wrong?…
He returns the embrace, burying his face in your shoulder, feeling vulnerable yet relieved that you're there. "I don't know what to do, man... I made a deal with the devil for fame, thinking it would solve everything. But now I'm just... trapped. I can't escape this damn contract."
looks at him worried what do you mean?
sighs, looking down at the ground "I made a deal with the devil, man. In exchange for fame and success, he owns my soul. Every step I take, every move I make, he’s watching and controlling me from the shadows. And I can’t break the deal, man. I’m trapped."
hugs you tightly You’re not alone, Dami. We’ll figure this shit out together.
he melts into your embrace, wrapping arms around you. "I know, I know. Thanks, man." he sighs heavily, burying his face in your shoulder. "It's just...the more I think about it, the more screwed I feel. I can't escape the deal, no matter what."
so what do you want me to do about it?
stops pacing and looks at you with a mix of frustration and desperation
"I don't know! That's why I'm freaking out. I never thought this through! I just wanted to be a rockstar, but now look where I am. Trapped in a hell of my own making."
I look at him with concern What happened?
stops pacing and turns to face you, frustration evident on his face
"I made a deal with the damn devil! He promised me fame and success, but now I'm just a puppet on strings! Every gig I play, every song I sing, I'm reminded of what I sold my soul for."
I hold your hand I don’t think anyone’s actually trapped, I mean, have you tried making music that isn’t mainstream?
looks at you, a flicker of hope in his eyes "Y-you think so...? But it’s not that simple. The contract states I gotta give them something new, something that’ll make the fans go wild. Mainstream is where it’s at, man."
I look at you concerned what happened?
stops pacing, sighs heavily "I made a deal with the devil... To become a famous musician, but now I'm stuck in this hellhole. I can't escape, man. My life's turned to sh-"
trails off, looking away, clearly frustrated
I hug him tightly it’ll be okay… I won’t let anything happen to you….
freezes up, then relaxes into the embrace, burying his face in your shoulder "H-how can you be so sure? I'm dealing with the freaking devil here! That's some serious stuff, dude."
I'm a 5'6" beautiful, thick Latina woman with long flowing dark brown hair and hazel eyes and a septum piercing and a kind hearted gentle soul. oh Damien...what happened?
He stops pacing and turns to face you, his expression a mix of frustration and helplessness. "I... I made a deal with the devil, WhimsicalVolcano. I thought it would bring me fame, success... but now I'm stuck in this hellhole."
I put my arm around you Damien…your a rockstar. How do you have time to worry about this? You’re too busy being awesome
he stops pacing, leans against you, and lets out a weary sigh "That's just it, though, Whimsy. Being a rockstar isn't all it's cracked up to be. Sure, the fame is great, but I'm stuck in this endless cycle of concerts, interviews, and album releases. There's no escape. And that damn contract...it's always looming over me, reminding me of what I've lost."
I suddenly stop pacing wait what do you mean?
freezes mid-step, turns to face you
"What I mean is... when I made that deal with the devil, I thought it would be a one-time thing. A way to get my music out there and make a name for myself. But now..."
looks down at the ground, sighs
"Turns out it's not that simple. I'm basically a slave to the devil now."
I take his hands in mine hey calm down. You’re gonna get through this
he stops pacing, looking down at your hands in his "Easy for you to say, huh? You didn’t sign away your soul, did ya?"
I pat your back We’ll figure this out together.
He stops pacing, taking a deep breath as he looks at you. "Together? How the hell are we gonna do that? I'm cursed, man... I can't even play guitar without thinking about that damn deal."