Title:CERULEAN BLUE 1

Rating: MA
Pairing: Mirada/Andy

Summary: AU Miranda is, well, Miranda but Andy is a country singer with many secrets and in need of the Queen of fashion…in more ways than one.

Disclaimer:This is especially important as I'm sure I DO NOT own or have rights to The Devil Wears Prada or any of its characters.

1

A top 40 Billboard hit with a bullet and a pop chart crossover too!

"Finally" Andy sighs to herself. She just arrived in New York and is exiting the airport to find the limo her agent Elizabeth has secured for her to take her to her hotel. The excitement to be back in the Big Apple again, this time as an adult and on her own is barely containable. The last few years have been rough, so many disappointments in her professional as well as personal life, but, that's all behind her. Andy is ready to start fresh, clean slate. "Learn from your mistakes" she whispers as she stares out the window, deep in thought and watches the city go by with clear new eyes. "Everything happens for a reason" her grandmother use to tell her "Take what you've learned from your mistakes and start something new!" And that's exactly what she done. Gone is the teen phenom Andy Sachs with all her accomplished mistakes. This trip to New York City meant new chances, new opportunities, a new life where her past decisions hopefully, would not be haunting her. "So much to do" she says aloud to no one.

Her new song "Party in the U S A" was just the first step to bring her back to her passion, her love, the only thing in her life that makes it all feel worth it, her music and most importantly, performing. Devotion was one thing Andy understood. Sometimes too well. But this time around her devotion to self, her ideals and beliefs would keep her focused. "I know what I want, this time I'll get it right, all of it!" Andy mused turning to see her hotel coming up on the right. This time her life would turn out differently. Something was telling her this trip was the start of finding her happiness, and by golly she was going to enjoy every minute of it and not miss out on what she knew in her heart she wanted.

As a teen phenom in country music her life had spun out of control. She always felt as if she was watching from the sidelines, having no control in the decisions for the direction her life was taking. When she decided in her inebriated mind to make some changes and step out of her own shadow, everything in her life came to a screeching unexpected and painful halt. Now, older, wiser and more confident, she was taking the reigns on the ride to where her dreams lie.

Pulling up to the doors of the hotel Andy smiles "here we go. Let the games begin." She placed her Oakley shades on and turned in her seat to exit the car as her driver opens the door. Andy's visit wasn't expected by the media for two more weeks so she would have, oh, about two or three hours before the news of her arrival reached the paparazzi. She knew there would be one or two lurking around the hotel waiting to run into an unexpected celebrity. She would be recognized immediately, she always was, so she always stayed prepared. A real smile on her face. Andy was nothing if not sincere and approachable. She was well aware that if she didn't have fans, she didn't have a career and in all honesty it still amazed her that people truly enjoyed her as much as they did.

People always look when a limo pulls up and wait with baited breath to see what famous or infamous person was going to exit and change their world in some small way.

A long True Religion denim clad leg stretched out of the door and the attached long slim torso followed. Andy accepted the hand of her driver to assist her out and her now trademark cerulean blue bandana wrapped wrist caught their attention. Andy was wearing a chocolate low cut silk blouse that gently accentuated her curves without flashing her cleavage to the world. She knew she had a good body, you almost had to in her business if for no other reason than she had to stay in shape for the strenuous physical drains of her concerts. Andy always dressed as she was expecting to have her picture taken. Just because you spend your life in jeans didn't mean you couldn't look your best. Her long chestnut tresses hung down her back and a gasp was heard from the bystanders. She truly was a beauty inside and out, even if she never truly believed it herself. You would think that being in a business for so many years that relied on a persons looks as well as talent that she would have more confidence in her beauty. She just never had anyone make her feel breathtakingly beautiful.

After settling into her suite Andy decided to take advantage of her anonymity in the outside world for the short, very short time she knew it would last and headed out early to the first meeting of her trip. Her agent had book her into a hotel as close to her meeting destinations as possible. Andy thrived off peoples energy and was going to walk everywhere she could while in NY to absorb the atmosphere of the city that never sleeps.

When she reached the front doors of the hotel a few paparazzi had arrived, no surprise, but two or three cameras flashing at her would not distract her in any way. Quite the opposite, she would enjoy the company.

Flashing her million dollar smile, "Hello gentlemen," her grandmother raised her to always have manners and always be polite, so she did. "Hope you fellas don't mind a little exercise." And she took off in the direction of her first appointment.

She had such an innocent and friendly air about her that even the following 'snappers' as she had nick named the paparazzi years ago, felt her awe as she looked everywhere and took in the sights of the bustling city around her. As she approached the crosswalk two curly red heads caught her attention.

Cassidy and Caroline Priestly were about to step into the street when a strong hand on each of their shoulder pulled them back just before a car zoomed past them. They both gasped.

"You should be careful ladies," a voice behind them with a soft southern accent said.

Cassidy and Caroline turned around and saw a young woman in cowboy boots, jeans and a chocolate silk blouse, and both, immediately eyed the blue bandana wrist wrap.

Andy removed her Oakley shades. Cassidy recovered first, looking into a pair of big brown eyes. "You're Andy Sachs!"

"We love "Party in the U S A." Caroline squealed.

"Thank you very much" Andy smiled and set both girls at ease immediately. "Was this the first song of mine you've heard?"

Cassidy and Caroline looked to each other not knowing how to respond without insulting their new heroine.

"That's okay'" Andy chuckled, "I imagine most kids in NY City don't grow up listening to country music."

"We didn't know you had any other songs out" Caroline said

"Isn't this your first?" Cassidy picked up where her sister left off.

"It's the first one that matters." Andy smiled thinking how refreshing and wonderful it was to be a "new" star in their eyes. "So where are you ladies off to in such a hurry that almost made you cab fodder?" Andy asked as they crossed the street together, aware suddenly of more snappers than we she first approached the girls.

"We're on our way to meet our mother" Cassidy said

"She does not abide tardiness" Caroline finished

Andy laughed, looking from one side to the other as they talked. "You defiantly have the twin thing going on don't you."

Cassidy and Caroline looked at her with mirrored bemused faces and she laughed again, "I had a friend a long time ago that was a 'look a like' twin. She and her sister used to do the same thing, talk as one person."

"Look a like twin?" Cassidy asked as they stepped onto the sidewalk.

"Yes mam. That's what I called `em."

"Why?" Caroline looked confused.

"Because" Andy said to her then looked to Cassidy to let her know she was addressing her as well. "I don't believe any two people are identical, no matter how much they look the same."

Brilliant smiles spread across their faces and she gave them one of hers.

"We're so used to people seeing us as one person instead of two" Caroline said stopping and halting their progress.

"We don't even realize we do it anymore" Cassidy continued and Andy laughed.

Cassidy extended her hand "I'm Cassidy Priestly" Andy accepted the outstretched limb

"And I'm Caroline Priestly" Andy turned and shook her hand.

"It's truly a pleasure to make both your acquaintances"

Flashes went off all around as she shook their hands. Andy turned to the snappers "You boys keep following me like that and people are going to think you don't work for a living."

"Are you kidding?" One spoke up "The Princess of Country Music and The Princesses of Fashion together, this is one excellent days work!"

Andy and the girls laughed. They continued on their way walking towards the Elias-Clark building.

"So if you don't mind me asking" Andy asked both of the girls "what did he mean by the Princesses of Fashion?"

Both girls stopped dead in their tracks. When Andy realized it she stopped and turned to look at them. They had such confused looks on their faces. Andy felt like an idiot. Was she supposed to know who they were?

"You have no idea who we are" It was a statement, Cassidy looked at her sister and they smiled those knowing smiles at each other that only twins can.

"No. I apologize. I meant no disrespect" Andy said honestly

"Our mother is Miranda Priestly" Cassidy replied, waiting for the light to go on but Andy just continued to look at them. They looked at each other again. How could someone NOT know who their mother was.

"THE Miranda Priestly" Caroline said still in awe of Andy's ignorance.

"I'm sorry ladies. Is she someone famous in New York?" Andy asked feeling incredibly stupid.

"She is the most famous person in fashion in the world" Caroline said bursting with pride.

"She is the Editor and Chief of Runway magazine." Cassidy finished

"You're kidding?" Andy laughed a full laugh that she fell all the way to her toes. "That's where I'm headed, I have a meeting with her." She laughed some more bringing tears to her eyes.

The sisters joined her now aware of the irony of the situation.