Disclaimer: I own nothing of the So Weird TV show, it is all owned by Disney Channel. But I would like to own Eric Lively but that's whole other story. Anyways, don't sue thinking you'll be getting anything of value from this girl because well, I don't have anything of value. Unless you would like to be involved in one of my friend's money making schemes that never turn out. Oh well, that's my story and I'm sticking to it. By the way, I only own Natalia Marin, her grandmother, her editor, and anyone else related to Sayer's Magazine or her alternate universe. I also am owner of Sayer's Magazine, so watch out if you use it.

-Thursday Afternoon 1 p.m.(Central Time) Dallas, TX-

-Natalia Marin's hotel room-

Natalia Marin felt like crap. No wait, she smelled like it too. She had just come back from an interview with country/pop star David Madelson in his ranch just outside Dallas. He had just recently made a splash on the pop scene once again after an absence of 5 years and she was grateful to be back in her hotel room.

After she had lost at the hands of a very playful calf and had landed in a pile of manure, she no longer felt she was needed at the interview. She had just finished with Madleson when the 6 month old calf charged at her and pushed her into a manure paddie. Madleson had just laughed and she had no other choice to do so. But now that she thought about it, it had been pretty funny.

Just as she was taking off her clothes to head into a hot and long bath, her cell phone rang. "Who in the heck could it be?" she murmured to herself, already annoyed that her bath had to wait. She crossed the hotel room to get her fuzzy robe and sit on the bed when the cell phone rang again, "Darn ring", she thought as the sound continue aggravating her.

She finally picked up the cell phone, only to be greeted by the booming voice of the editor-in-chief and one of her good friends, Kevin Marks.

"Hey chica." he stated, as she could hear the click-clack of him type on his computer and mutter to another reporter who was obviously in the room. James, no doubt, she thought to herself.

"What's up Kev?", she asked as she took a bag where her dry cleaning had been brought in as it lay on the bed. She started stuffing the smelly clothes in the bag with her hands as she held the cell phone in place with her chin and shoulder.

"Nothing much, " he answered. Natalia already knew what that meant, that he wanted her to fill in for James on his next assignment. Must be something big, she thought. Kevin only did this when it was something big.

"Okay, Kev. I'm waiting," she stated.

"Oh it's nothing really chica, just an interview and a couple of days on the Molly Phillips tour through the northwest."

"What?," said Natalia, practically yelling with joy and letting the bag and the clothes slip to the floor as she jumped up from the bed. The phone, of course, fell out of her reach and landed on the floor as she started yelping for joy.

"Hello? Hello? Nat? Are you still there?" asked a very preoccupied Kevin. He thought maybe her phone had landed somewhere or that Natalia was doing something else at the moment.

"Oh, sorry," answered Natalia sheepishly as she groped on the floor on her hands and knees after the phone.

She was finally able to answer the phone and repeated the same statement "Oh, sorry."

"So, as I was saying, I have this proposition for you. James can't do the story on Molly Phillips and since I see you really don't have a story lined up, I was thinking that you could do it. You'll meet Molly in Seattle and basically tour the entire northwest leg of her tour with her and the band. You'll get to hang out with them and I was thinking we could do like three or four stories following up her return to the music scene. What do you think?"

"What do I think? Kev, I love it. You know that she is like my favorite musician ever and you still have to ask and act so calmly? Come on, Kev, you'll know I'll do it. When do I start?"

"Well, her northwest leg starts Friday in Seattle, so you'd basically just email me the story you did with Madleson. You'd have to leave today. Don't worry, I already have your plane ticket bought, all you have to do is go to the Dallas International airport and be on the 5:30 flight number 216 on Northwest Airlines to Seattle, gate 34. What do you say?,"stated Kevin, "and you can have your grandma just send you some more luggage..." he added, to make the job of convincing her easier.

Who was he kidding, she thought, of course she say yes. All she had to do was inform her grandmother and let her know she'd be a bit longer in getting home.

"Of course" she reiterated. What was Kevin, deaf or something? "I'll finish up the Madleson story now and have it sent to you at the airport. Cool?"

"Yeah, chica. Yeah. Oh, by the way, Molly Phillips is going to call you to ask you when you get in. I got her to agree to pick you up from the airport. She probably wants to make a good impression."

"Oh my god Kevin" yelled Natalia. "You didn't?"

"I did Nat. So you'd better stick around for a while at the airport. Don't hail a cab or anything. I want you to participate in the whole Molly Phillips tour experience. This is definitely going in your first piece, right?"

"Of course, Kev. Of course," parroted Natalia. It's all she could really do without becoming a complete insane fan. She had loved Molly Phillips since she was a kid when her parents first started listening to her in the PBK Experience. Totally cool.

"Okay then Nat. See you in a month. Bye."

"Bye Kev. Say hi to James and Nicole for me, okay?"

"Yeah, I will."

Natalia hung up. She was completely on cloud nine until she realized she only had like two hours to get ready before she'd have to check out and head for the airport. She hurriedly called the front desk and asked if anyone could do her laundry and some dry cleaning before she left.

When that was done, she rushed into the shower and just quickly soaped herself up and washed her hair. So much for a long, luxurious bath, she thought.

She then rushed out, just as room service was taking a pile of dirty clothing she had put in a bag. She told the maid if they could have it done as soon as possible and she would, of course, tip them well.

The maid just smiled and nodded as Nat took some money out of her backpack with all her interviewing equipment and handed the maid $20. "Yes, of course," answered the maid as she left the room.

All Natalia had left to wear was a pair of black satin underclothes, some khaki, material pedal pushers, a black spaghetti-strap baby tee, and some very unconventional but dressy black slip ons. Something, she noticed at looking at the weather channel for Seattle's weather, she couldn't possibly wear over there. She'd pretty much hoped that a sweater she had packed with a pair jeans and her tennis shoes she had with her would suffice.

She quickly dried her hair and dressed herself, her long black hair accentuating the conservative colored ensemble. From the looks of it, it looked more like she was going to a jazz club or something than actually leaving Dallas in two hours with a deadline to meet.

Her long, black straight hair accentuated her darker skin tone. Being from a Mexican father and an Italian-Irish mother did help with her somewhat exotic features but didn't make her stand out more than anyone else.

At 5'5, she wasn't very tall but not short either. She liked her height, because it made clothes so easy to find, unlike her younger cousin, Sharon, who had to practically live at the Gap for kids. She just smiled to herself as she finished dressing and towel-dried her hair the best she could. She then crossed the room and got her laptop from its carry-on bag, turned it on, and opened up the Word program where she had her previous work and notes saved.

She then took out her notepad and tape recorder she had used with Madleson and looked at her corrected notes. As far as the notes were concerned, Madleson had taken a hiatus from the music scene to focus on his ranch and his family.

"How sweet," she thought, as she remembered how he had interacted with his two young kids. She sensed a close family, something that made her long for her parents. Her parents had died when she was a teenager and she had gone to live with her grandmother, Rose Marin after the car accident. Actually, her grandmother had moved to Seattle so she could finish her high school years there with all her friends. She was so grateful she had done so because things would've been harder if she had to have moved to New York City.

Her grandmother had supported her in need to become a reporter, a music reporter nonetheless, since her parents had died. But if truth be told, she had really become a reporter to try and find out what really happened when her parents had died. She quickly shook her head to stop thinking about that and noticed that she had been crying when she felt her moist face and that her notepad had traces of tears on it.

She rubbed the tears away and quickly got back to work. "So much to do," she said out loud, as she regained her composure and started typing the rest of the story.