Franz Liszt. That dude was a MAD ladykiller. He had the girls all screaming and fainting in the front row a solid CENTURY before The Beatles invaded the U.S. I'd roll in his entourage, make sure the bench was right where he wanted it before he went out, help pick up all the of the ladies' hankerchiefs from the stage. We'd chill in his four-horse limo, and I'd like, "Yo Fraaaanz! You straight-up KILLED it with the Don Juan Fantasy tonight! And that cadenza you improvised in the Two Polonaises?! Boss, you BLEW MY MIND. Where you wanna eat tonight, man? Hey, you see what Schumann wrote about you this month, man? Like, has he even heard your stuff for real? That guy is straight up CRAZY, you know, like they need to lock that dude up in a mental institution."
It would be just like the show Entourage. But I don't know what character I would be, because I've never seen the show Entourage.