Top Ten

“What the hell is the holdup in here?” The man yelled bursting into the room. “You were supposed to out on that stage five minutes ago!”

Jason was tuning out the shouting. Quite honestly, he didn’t even care. He was focused on his own hands -- well, they weren’t technically his hands. They were a woman’s hands.

“I have no idea who I am,” Jason said.

“You’re Aira, the hottest K-Pop star in the world right now. And you’re running late for your sold out concert, so get your ass out there.” The man shouted, who was apparently Aira’s manager.

“You don’t understand. I’m NOT this Aira person at all!”

“Then f***in’ fake it for all I care. You’ve got a top ten hit in thirty countries around the world right now. Surely, you know the songs. We’ll lip sync them.”

“But...I don’t! I’m not much of a pop culture person. I don’t know who Aira is at all! I don’t know her songs! I don’t know how to dance! I’m telling you I can’t do this!”

“Well, we got to f***in’ figure out a way you can do this.”