Look, nobody said being a fashion idol was easy. Glamorous and well-compensated, definitely, but not easy. So surely there must be a better way of telling your manager that you need a few days vacay than by flat-lining all of Neo-Tokyo.
Here's an idea—why don't we round up every trance act and send them all into space? So we never have to hear that incessant doof doof noise any more. Let's hope Richard Branson agrees.