"MR. MOON?! ... Excuse me … sorry … excuse me … MR. MOON?" I was shuffling through the packed roads of New York City, trying to get the attention of Internet pop star Austin Moon. He was currently walking down the streets with his earphones in. Suddenly there was a break in the pedestrian traffic, and I was able to catch up with him. Taking deep breaths I tapped him on the shoulder and as he turned around I ripped the earphones out of his ears. He looked shocked at first and then asked,

"Can I help you?" his voice portrayed that he was irritated.

"Yes! Sorry about your earphones, I was calling you for about 3 blocks and you couldn't hear me!" I explained and tried to give him the best apologetic smile I could, but I wasn't that sorry.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I had no idea," his expression softened and he gave me a half smile.

"That's fine. Anyway! My name is Ally Dawson! I am a journalist and I've been wanting to interview you for a while," I reached into my purse and then shoved my business card in his hand. "Here is my card, please call me and tell me a good time, and place, to meet you for the interview." He opened his mouth to speak, but I didn't want him to refuse so I cut him off. "I'm looking forward to hearing from you, but now if you excuse me I need to get to work." He looked stunned as I ran to the curb, hailed a cab, and then got in and drove off.

Austin's POV

What the heck?

This girl comes up to me, pulls my headphones out, sets up an interview with me, and then drives off. Ok? I try to brush it off as I put my earphones back in and continue on my way. I was heading back to campus. It was the last week of my senior year of college and I couldn't wait to graduate. I had just released a new album about a month ago and it hadn't really broken any records, but I was still hopeful. After college I was going to focus more on my music. I got popular when I was seventeen and I was able to keep my status for a long time. I guess it is kind of nice that this girl… what was her name… I pulled out her business card and read the first words… Ally Dawson… yea… I guess it's good that she came up to me because I kind of wanted something like an interview to tell my fans that I'm out of college.

After all this deep thinking, and listening to Centuries by Fallout Boy, I was already in the building where my dorm was. My status of being an Internet sensation, and the money from the fame, got me my own dorm room. No roommates, not that I would have minded, but I could focus better on my own. Of course, there was Cassidy. She stayed here a lot. I didn't really want to think about her. We just broke up about a week ago. We were dating since high school and now she decided to go and cheat on me with her bandmate. She had gotten pregnant and they were planning to get married when she finally told me all of this.

I was heartbroken. She was very remorseful about it, and she seemed to really love him, so I was kind and told her that I wasn't mad and that I was happy for her. Part of it was true. I wasn't mad, but I most certainly was not happy. I sighed and sat down on the couch. In my grief I had thrown myself into finishing school. I did all the rest of my homework in advance, and studied five times over. I was ready for finals, and I was ready to graduate.

Thinking about the reporter again, I pulled out my phone and checked over my schedule. Today was Monday, tomorrow I had three finals to take, and then on Wednesday I had four. Thursday was a free day, and Friday we would get our grades. Saturday the school would be deciphering who graduated. Sunday I would visit my parents in Miami and tell them whether I graduated or not. Then I would return to New York on the following Thursday, and then officially graduate from NYU on Friday.

So, a good day to have an interview with a reporter would be… next Saturday? After graduation? Yea that seems legit. I pulled her business card out of my pocket once again and read it properly this time. It read,

Ally Dawson – XXX-XXX-XXXX
Executive Information
Internet Category
TMZ

"TMZ? Great!" I spoke to no one, and rolled my eyes to myself. Everyone knows that TMZ reporters only want to get dirt on you. That's why she was so assertive. I couldn't not call her, but I didn't really want the interview anymore. I picked up my phone and prepared to refuse her request. I dialed the number and tried to straighten up to gain confidence.

"Ally Dawson speaking," she answered on the second ring.

"Hi, yes, this is Austin Moon," I wanted to continue, but she once again cut me off.

"HEYYY! Austin! It's good to hear from you! So have you found a good time for that interview?"

"Um… about that… uh… I d-don't think that I will be a-able to do the interview," I started to silently yell at myself for stuttering.

"Whaaat?" I could practically see the smirk on her face. "Oh come on. You owe me for having to chase you three blocks."

"Look I'm really sorry for that, but my schedule is so busy because of my finals this week," I tried to explain.

"Look I get that you're busy, but maybe we could set up a time after your graduation?"

"Look, Ms. Dawson-"

"Ally, please!"

I sighed, "Ally… I just don't think I am comfortable being interviewed by a TMZ reporter." There was a long silent pause. I had to look down at my phone to make sure the phone call was still in progress. "Hello?"

"Oh! Sorry, yeah I'm here. Um… well, I can see your concern, but I swear you have nothing to worry about. If you don't want to talk about certain things, then I will skip it. Easy as that!"

I didn't want to say yes, but I didn't want to let this opportunity, that literally came to me, slip away. "Alright, well if you promise not to go into too much personal stuff, I might consider next Saturday."

"So not this Saturday, but the next?"

"Yep, that's the day after my graduation."

"Alright, that works! Thank you so much Mr. Moon! You will not regret it!" Then she hung up. I didn't even tell her a time or place. I turned my phone off, and then pulled out my laptop. I typed in TMZ and their Website came up. It was mostly just gossip, and things about the Kardashians.

What is it about the Kardashians?

I pulled up a fresh google search and typed in 'Ally Dawson'. An article came up about Nash Grier and his rise to fame. There was another article right below that, which read, "Toby Turner, and the Secret Behind his Comedy." She was a writer about people who got popular on the internet. That made sense. Kind of.


After my research, I decided to do some more studying. Then I made Top Raman. Now I'm sitting on my couch, eating noodles, and watching 'Extra!' The volume was low so couldn't really hear what was being said. Suddenly I saw my face on the TV screen. I jumped at the remote and cranked up the volume.

"Austin Moon's new album has topped the charts for the 'New Pop Music' category."

Topped the charts?! Since when? Suddenly I realized why that reporter wanted to interview me so badly. I picked up my phone and called Jimmy, the owner of my record label, while muting the TV in the process.

"Austin! So good to hear from you! How's those classes coming?"

"Hey Jimmy, classes are going great. Hey I was wondering why no one told me I was topping charts in the 'New Pop Music' category."

"Yeah, I'm just hearing about it now too. It happened over night. I guess something happened where a famous person liked your music and Tweeted about it, then it spread like wildfire."

"Wow really? Who was the famous person?"

"From what heard it was Selena Gomez."

"No way! Really?" I paused for a moment contemplating this new information. Then I realized I should tell Jimmy about the reporter. I told him how she approached me, where she worked, and then asked him if I could do the interview.

"Well, you already said you'd do it. I think it would be great publicity. Just make sure she keeps her word. No personal information!"

"Right, Thanks Jimmy."

"Yeah, no sweat! Talk to you soon!" before I could say goodbye the line went dead.

So here I was sitting in my dorm, ready to graduate, with a hot new album, and an interview. I think my next two weeks are going to go well.


AN: Hello Fellow fanfictioniers! I know that's not a word, but whatever. This is my first story. I have more in mind that could be better that this one.

Disclaimer: I don't own Austin or Ally, Centries by Fallout Boy, NYU, TMZ, The Kardashian's, OR Selena Gomez.