Summon your bodyguard
With the flick of the wrist, Rocco, your personal bodyguard, comes
obediently to your side and asks what the problem is. You point to
the anxious young photographer and Rocco steps in front of him and his
annoying camera. Suddenly, you can bear the flashes (being rid of the
one majorly annoying one) and you stroll confidently down the red
carpet, smiling and waving, pleasing your fans. While looking out at
the crowd, you notice a small child trying desperately to see past the
heads of the tall adults in front of him. He really wants to get a
glimpse of you. How cute. You decide to...
