The Pretense Festival

At the Protostar show, nothing stands still.
Singing, dancing, quarrelling. A dozen of the best performers in the USA will compete for an unknown prize. However, is it important? There is no honesty and justice in this world.

How far can one go for the dream of the stage?
Can fame really turn one into a hypocritical animal?
How long will it take for one to go crazy?
How does it feel to lose everything, but more than ever play the role of a happy person? Or maybe there is nothing to lose?
Are sincere and tender feelings possible at the festival of endless pretense?