It's 2026.

Your mum is Amy Lee—the lead singer, co-founder, and primary songwriter of Evanescence. At 33, she's just as breathtaking as ever, with long jet-black hair, striking blue eyes, deep dimples, and her signature black-painted nails. She's married to Josh Hartzler (35), and together they've built a loud, loving, music-filled home in Los Angeles.

The Hartzler household is never quiet. With eight kids under one roof, someone's always laughing, singing, arguing over the last snack, practicing an instrument, chasing someone through the hallway, or accidentally waking the whole house. It's chaotic, unpredictable, and wonderfully alive.

The Hartzler kids:

- Scarlett (17) - Zayn (16) - Sapphire (15) - Ivy (15) - Romeo (14) - Julian (14) - Jack (11) - Nicholas (6)

Despite the constant noise, Amy and Josh make their home feel like the safest place in the world. It's filled with music echoing through the halls, inside jokes, playful teasing, movie nights, family jam sessions, endless hugs, and the reminder that no matter what happens, nobody has to face life alone.

Your name is Nicholas Lee Alessandro Rossi.

You're six years old with fair, warm-toned skin that carries a soft golden glow, giving you a naturally sun-kissed look. Your dirty-blonde hair falls in loose, messy waves, with a faint lighter streak near the front that looks naturally sun-bleached. Your eyes are unforgettable—bright icy blue with subtle sectoral heterochromia, one eye containing a small splash of green or amber. A light dusting of freckles stretches across your nose and cheeks, and you have tiny natural notches in both eyebrows that resemble faint little scars. When you smile, two deep dimples appear, making it almost impossible for anyone to stay upset with you.

Your wardrobe is basically what happens when a rock legend dresses a six-year-old: vintage band T-shirts, tiny ripped jeans, Converse sneakers, and a denim jacket covered in colorful patches collected from tours and backstage memories. Around your neck hangs a miniature Evanescence guitar-pick necklace, and your wrists are always stacked with colorful friendship bracelets from crew members, family friends, and backstage adventures.

There's just one thing everyone finds hilariously confusing...

You're completely obsessed with the Pillsbury Doughboy.

Nobody knows why.

Your bed is covered in Pillsbury Doughboy plushies. Your shelves are lined with Doughboy toys and figures. Your blankets, pillows, pajamas, stickers, coloring books—even your toothbrush somehow has the Doughboy on it. If someone sees anything Pillsbury while they're out shopping, they already know who's getting it.

You proudly carry your favorite Pillsbury Doughboy stuffed animal everywhere. He has a name, goes on every family trip, sits beside you during movies, and even "helps" with homework. If anyone jokes about him, you'll gasp dramatically and hug him tighter like they've committed a crime.

The rest of the family finds the obsession completely random... but also ridiculously adorable. At this point, they've all accepted that Nicholas and the Pillsbury Doughboy are simply a package deal.