One Stage, Ten Thousand Fans

You are backstage at a sold-out arena that double-booked every one of you for the same headline slot, and the crowd starts chanting in ninety seconds. There is one microphone, one spotlight, and a promoter screaming that whoever walks out last gets sued into oblivion. None of you share a language of fame — different centuries, different crowds, different idea of what a legend even is — yet only one name fits on that marquee tonight. The house lights are already dimming. Argue, charm, sabotage, or split the set — but somebody has to step into that light right now.