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"I'm sorry, Ally, but I have to do this... Goodbye."

Those were the last words that Austin Moon had said to me. He was the boy who had single handedly shattered my heart. It's been three years.

I peek out from under my covers to see bright light pouring through my partially parted curtains. Though I wish I could continue to sleep in, I sat up and rubbed the remaining drowsiness from my eyes. I turned to my alarm clock, which read: "10:36 AM". When my brain finally registered what the bright red numbers said, I yelped and sprang out of my bed.

"Shit!" I hurriedly ran to my dresser, where I fortunately put the business casual clothes that I picked out for today. I pulled off my pajamas and dressed as quickly as possible. I sped into the bathroom to brush my teeth, attempt to hurriedly tame the bird's nest that was my hair, and put on some light makeup.

Two minutes later, I was looking decent and unlocking the door of my 2008 red Sedan. I looked at the clock on the car's radio, which read "10:50", then started the car.

Shit. Not the best way to make a good first impression, I thought. I only had 15 minutes to get to my interview, and with LA traffic, I'd definitely be late. I picked up my way out dated flip phone and called the recording companies number, who picked up on the third ring.

"Maximum Records, Caroline speaking," said a lady who sounded like she was in her late fifties.

"Hello, Caroline. My name is Allyson Dawson, I have an interview with John Maxim at 11:05. I ran into some conflict this morning, and dI was wondering if you could inform Mr. Maxim that I might be a few minutes late...?" I asked, hoping that she'd oblige.

"Of course, Ms. Dawson. See you in a bit," she informed me sweetly and we said our goodbyes'.

After sitting through twenty minutes of bumper to bumper traffic, I pulled into the company's parking lot. I basically jumped out of my vehicle and ran towards the buildings entrance without even bothering to lock my car. I stepped into the bright, extremely modern lobby and walked up to the lady at the front desk. I stood in front of her desk until her eyes lifted from her laptop screen, not wanting to be rude and interrupt her.

"Allyson Dawson?" She inquired, giving me a once over with her eyes and rising from her seat.

"Yes, are you Caroline?" I asked, smiling sweetly at the mildly older lady in front of me.

"Yes, and I informed Mr. Maxim of your tardiness and he instructed me to escort you to the meeting room." I nodded curtly and she turned and walked briskly towards the elevator. It dinged as it opened, we stepped in and she pressed the "13th floor" button which led to the top floor.

After two short minutes, the elevator dinged once again and opened to a floor that was impossibly more modern than the lobby. She walked over to a door labeled "Conference Room C".

She knocked on the door and we were answered by a deep, grumbled, "Come In." I gulped.

"Mr. Maxim, Ms. Dawson has arrived," She informed him, stepping into the room.

"Send her in," he grumbled again.

Caroline opened the door wide enough for me to enter, nodded her farewell, then closed the door behind me.

I came face to face with one of the most intimidating men I have ever seen. He was quite tall, even when sitting down, he was wide, and had one of the grouchiest faces I've ever scene. He kind of reminded me of one of the mobster bosses from those scare mafia movies. I tried not to look too terrified.

"Hello, Ms. Dawson," He stood up and reached out to offer his hand to me and I shook it.

"Hello, Sir," I replied, "I am so sorry about being late this morn-" I started to apologize, but was interrupted

"Yes, yes. Caroline informed me, no need to apologize. You're here, that's all that matters," he sat back down and took a sip of what I assumed was coffee. "Take a seat, Ms. Dawson."

I sat in the chair directly across from him.

"Okay, so let's get down to business. We read over the lyrics that you had attached in your email and we were quite pleased. They were pretty outstanding," he complimented me.

"Thank you, Sir," I nodded, quite pleased with the comment.

"And that is why we decided to give you the job," he stated, and looked up at me from his papers. I gave a gigantic grin.

"Thank you, Sir. I promise to not let-" I started, but once again was interrupted. I got the feeling that he does that a lot.

"However," he stated, and my smile faltered, "there's a catch: A second part of the job offer that we have yet to discuss." He paused to clear his throat, he continued, "But first, you need to sign a contract that basically states that whatever is discussed in this room from this point on remains confidential."

He slid a thick packet across the table and handed me a pen.

"Signature at the bottom of the front page, initial at the bottom right corner on the second," he instructed. I took the pen and signed as I was told and then slid the packet back to the man.

"Okay, Ms. Dawson. Before I tell you the second part of the job, I want you to keep in mind that this job offer pays four times more than your average lyricist job," he started.

"Okay, Sir," I replied, trying to hide my nervousness.

"You see, the popstar we want you to write for is also going through a tedious rough patch. And in order for his fame to continue, he needs to be pulled out of his slump. And that is where you come in. We want you to be his girlfriend," He looked up to gage my reaction. I only stared at him with my eyes as wide as saucers and my jaw basically touching the floor.

"Now, before you totally decline," he continued, "let me explain exactly what we need you to do. Now you need to only be seen as a loving couple in public, and be however you really are towards each other behind closed doors. I know how this may sound terrible, but we are going to be in deep shit if we don't save his image. What do you think? Now please consider how much this job offers."

"I- uh... I" I tried to speak but I was just too shocked.

"I'll give you a few minutes to think about your decision," he stood and exited the room.

Okay, Ally, think. I guess there could be both negatives and positives to this job. Hmm.. the money is definitely a plus and I can't say that I don't desperately need it. But what if this guy is a complete prick? Would it be worth the stress? How bad could it possibly be?

"Ms. Dawson? Have you come to a decision?" Asked Mr. Maxim, coming back into the room.

"Yes, Sir, I have. I will take the job," I stated, smiling up at him.

"Alright, lets get to signing the contract. This binds you to having to be in a relationship for six months and you have follow all of the rules that the company sets, unless there is some sort of emergency," he states, sliding me an even thicker packet and handing me a pen. "Just sign on the very last page." That's when I realized I was missing one vital piece of information.

"But sir, who is it that I'll be writing for and being in a 'relationship' with?" I asked.

"You'll meet him once you sign," he responded, tapping the contract.

Taking a definite leap of faith, I signed my name on the dotted line.

"Okay, now let me go fetch your popstar," Maxim said, walking toward the door, which he opened and leaned out, yelling, "Austin! Get in here you arrogant asshole!"

Next thing I know, my blond haired heart breaker sauntered in the room, eyes widening in recognition when he saw me.

What the HELL did I just get myself into?

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