Claustrophobia

Travis ran into the tight alley, only to find himself completely blocked in and surrounded. Paparazzi everywhere! Instead of panic, he showed stern calm in the face of the lenses. Click, click, click. They had ruined his life ever since that big break. Flashes of lights blinding, he slowly accepted this fate of existence.

Rejects:
Showhomes
Stomp Dat
Majestic
Travis
Cramped
Toys on the Streets
Concorde
Turtle In A Half Shell

On a random side-note, show homes are a strange sort of place. They aren't your own home, they aren't a stranger's, they aren't a friends. They're just...a home. What is appropriate? Jumping on beds, wearing bathrobes, hide and go seek, what else can you think of?