The flashbulbs had become a blinding, incessant rain. Leo rubbed his tired eyes, the phantom afterimages dancing behind his eyelids. The album, "Lost and Found Melodies," had exploded. Radio stations played his songs on repeat, interview requests flooded his inbox, and strangers recognized him on the street, their faces a mixture of awe and awkward familiarity. It was everything he had ever dreamed of, and yet…he felt suffocated.