This is the re-edited version of Star Struck!. (Please don't kill me!) This is also my early Christmas present to you! (If you want it to be, it will.)

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Mikayla's P.O.V
I never told anyone one this but, I can be a total fangirl. It's true! It started ever since I heard of the star 'Mitchel Musso.' I love everything about him! I love his acting, his songs, and him! Just thinking about him makes me fall in love with him even more! The reason I never told anyone is because of how my dad is overprotective of me. He would flip out if he knew how much I liked him.

Today Candace and Tessa were coming over since they were fans of him as well.

"Hey Mikayla," my brown-haired friend greeted.

"Oh, hey-," I froze. The site in front of me was something I wasn't expecting: My two best friends in the world wore identical t-shirts. "What the..."

"Oh, yeah. They're matching shirts." Candace said.

"I know, but, why?"

"They have Mitchel Musso on it." Tessa said.

I took a closer look and say the words 'Mitchel Musso' printed in big bold letters and a picture of him in the middle. "Oh. Why did you decide to wear it to the castle?"

"Because we're big fans of him, DUH!" Candace said. "We got you one." she unfolded a shirt she was holding in her hand and shoved it towards me.

I put the shirt down, "Would you put that away! What if my dad sees that?!"

Then the kings allowed themselves in. "What are you wearing?" asked Boomer.

"Mitchel Musso, eh?" Boz said while looking at the shirt. "I don't really understand what girls see in him."

"You like him, Mikayla?" Brady asked. And to be honest, his comment was the only one I paid attention to. "I didn't know you were a fangirl."

"I don't like him! Now can you please go." I said while pushing all three boys out the door. I shut the door, scowling at my friends. "See what I mean!" I said. "I could of gotten in trouble if that was my dad!"

I sat on my bed, Tessa and Candace following. "Sorry, Mikayla." Tessa apologized. "We'll be careful next time."

"It's alright," I sighed. "Let's just talk about him outside of the castle, okay?"

"Okay." They said.

I looked down at the shirt I was holding, "Hey, have you guys noticed that Mitchel Musso looks a lot like Brady?"

Candace and Tessa looked at the shirt. "No." replied Tessa.

"Who cares!" replied Candace. We glared at her. "Sorry." Candace apologized. "Hey, did you know that he's going to be on Kinkow next week?"

We shook our heads. "Well he is! And we have got to go see him!" Candace squealed.

"I don't know Candace," I said. "He's here for an entire week, right?"

"Yup." She nodded.

"Maybe I can go, if I convince my dad. He'll never let me go unless I tell him it's for a guard shift." I said.

"Then tell him that it's for that and then we can go!" Candace said.

"And lie to my dad? I don't think so."

"It will be fine, Mikayla. Trust Candace." Tessa urged.

"Alright, I'll do it."

"Yay! I finally get to meet my dream husband!" Candace skipped out of the room, happily. Tessa and I rolled our eyes.

"Well, I'll see you later Mikayla." Tessa headed for the door.

"Bye." I said. Once Tessa left, I laid on my bed. I have no idea how I'm going to convince my dad to let me go see Mitchel Musso. The chances are zero to a million.

When I finally came up with a plan to get my dad to let me see the concert, I bolted down the stairs and into the throne room. My dad was discussing to the kings about something before I interrupted. It must have been important. "Hey Daddy." I said. "What's going on?"

"Hey Baby Girl," My dad replied. "I was just telling the kings about our guest."

"Guest? What guest?" I asked. We had a guest?

"We have a celebrity guest staying in the castle for a week and a couple of days." He said.

"Oh really? Who?" I said.

"Mitchel Musso." My dad replied.

"Yeah, Mikayla- it's Mitchel Musso." Boomer teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

I gave Boomer an 'are you serious?' look and turned back to my dad. "Why does he have to stay in the castle?"

"Well, a lot of girls like him and if they knew that he was staying here on Kinkow, they would attack him for his autograph. And we all know how crazy girls can get."

"Right...," I glanced at the floor. "So, when will he get here?"

He checked his watch-a watch that I didn't think he had. At all. "Right about now."

"Hey, where did Brady go?" Boomer checked his surroundings, finally realizing that one of his brothers were missing.

"I think he left to talk a nap or something." Boz suggested. The double doors to the castle opened, revealing a boy with black faded sunglass, who casually strode into the room. He wore black skinny jeans and a white shirt with an electric guitar printed on. It was Mitchel Musso.

I mentally screamed. He was actually here.

On Kinkow.

And in the castle.

Oh. My. Goodness.

"Hi, I'm Mitchel. You must be Mason." He walked up to my dad.

"Yes I am." My dad nodded. "It is a pleasure to have you here in the castle, Mr. Musso."

"Thank you for having me here. I wouldn't know what I'd do if I were out there were all the girls can see me."

"Let me show you to your room." My dad said.

"You know what Mason, why don't you let Mikayla show him to his room." Boomer suggested, smirking like an idiot.

"Okay." My dad agreed. "Mikayla, can you please show our guest to his room."

"Alright." I smiled at my dad and sent a quick glare to the dark-skinned King.

I walked up stairs, Mitchel trailing behind me. Too bad that the guest room that he was staying in was near the Kings' bedroom. Meaning that he's staying in the closest room to me. Oh dear. What if Candace and Tessa come over? What if they see Mitchel? What if they realize that his room is near mine? What if?! I kept thinking of the possible scenarios that were to come until Mitchel pulled me out of my thoughts.

"So, are you a fan of mine?"

I resisted the urge to yell out 'YES!' and jump up and down. Instead, I responded calmly, "Well, kind of."

"Kind of?" He asked.

"Well.." I trailed off. "I wouldn't say fan..."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, here's your room. Got to go. Bye!" I quickly rushed off to my room. The door shut behind me and I slide down it. Stupid! I thought to myself, Stupid! I sat there for a while thinking of the dumb move I just made. There was a knock on my door.

"Mikayla?" It was my dad.

"One second!" I scrambled to my feet and opened the door for my father. "Yes, daddy?"

"I was wondering if you can work as a guard at the concert tommorow night."

Tommorow night?, I thought to myself with giddy, That means that I can sneak off to see the concert! "Sure; I'll be there."

"Great!" My dad left. Well, what a conversation we had.

I shut the door and sighed. My thoughts traveled to the raven-haired boy and my favorite celebrity in the world. Those two looked so alike! I mean, they had the same exact voice and facial features. It's so weird. Perhaps Brady really is-NO! That can't be. I mean, sure, Brady is an excellent singer and all, but they have to be two different people-right? I guess I had to wait