hey heeeey i wanna be a. setting. yeah.

You wake up in what appears to be some sort of dressing room. The walls are covered in mirrors on which it has been written phrases about beauty in dark red lipstick. However the words are written all over eachother and have been thoroughly smudged and crossed over so that they are barely discernible.
Apart from these graffitied mirrors the room is pretty barren. Several broken electric guitars and non-working microphones are cluttered around the corners along with amplifiers that seem to be more useful for collecting dust than playing music.
There are no doors or windows, but one part of the floor seems less dusty than the others, perhaps there is a trapdoor there? Perhaps not. Maybe someone just likes to clean that spot.
Speaking of the floor, it's all covered in a fine layer of dust along with old makeup products, like empty foundation bottles and dried up mascaras. Hairspray bottles without gas, maybe some old nailpolish containers and, oh yes. A lot of hairgel. Some of the containers actually have some in it, but who cares about that really. There's a very attractive young man posing on a makeshift chair made out of amplifiers over in the other end of the room. You might recognize his delightfully gorgeous face from tabloids etc. Especially since he's wearing those amazing aviators so popular with celebrities these days.

Oh yeah, there's also a fridge. That's not plugged in. And a radio that only plays shakira. Nothing else. Ever.