Yes I realize that I haven't finished the other stories, but I am done the first chapter as well, and i wanted to put this up before i end up forgetting.

Plot line: Rachel and Noah were together for

two years, before high school he broke it off

with her when she starts singing a song she

created a talent scout heard and made her a star

[There is no Taylor S. Nor is there Kesha or All American Rejects (For the guy band in the series) no matter how great they are...]

Last Kiss Starlet

Prologue

I never Imagined we'd end like this, Noah and I. I mean sure he's somewhat of a lady killer, but he told me he loved me, and well I guess this is how I ended up on the road singing my heart out making it out as a singer getting out of that town as fast as I could say hop scotch.

"Ray Berry," James said.

I looked at the curly brunette who was wearing a black vest with a dress shirt and tie. He's my best friend, he took me under his wing when everyone else turned their back (aka: Lala, Warren, and Drake – my groupies), he's the son of Austin Winkler from the band Hinder. So he grew up with the influence of music just like me, only my daddies weren't exactly musicians dad (Aaron) was a lawyer but he became my manager, and daddy (Tyler) is a doctor. Oh another thing about James is that he's in this band called American Wannabe, I still don't know why they're called that, but it's just the name that has America by storm.

"Why aren't you with the band? I thought you needed to be with them?"

"And miss you touring Ohio promoting Speak Now?" He asked sarcastically.

"No um... I came to make sure you were okay, being in Ohio and all..."

I nodded and looked down.

"Have you spoken to him yet?"

I shook my head.

"It's been three years."

"Last I heard he was doing was fucking my best fucking FRIEND!" I yelled then calmed down. "Sorry."

"Why would Santana start goin-"

"They aren't going out, they're simply fucking each other..." I mumbled.

Santana Lopez and I were friends since we were in diapers, and we've been well distant since I had my raise to fame. She was the only person besides Finn, Brittany, Dave, Quinn, Mike, and Matt, who told me what he's been up to. He goes by Puck now, what kind of nickname is that?

"Look I have to go get ready for the concert." I said quietly as I went to my suitcase to get my skinny jeans and black tank top that has Bob Marley on it (Don't bother me, some of his songs influenced my Animal CD mostly the song Tick Tock).

"Okay," he said almost silently.

When I heard the door of my dressing room close, I grabbed the clothes I wanted got changed and noticed the black leather jacket he gave me all those years ago. I bit my lip and took it from the suitcase, put it on, then sat on the floor crying my eyes out. THANK god for water-proof make up.

"Noah, what the hell are you doing?" I yelled at the boy with brown shaggy hair that went to his chin. He wore a white wife beater with black skinny jeans.

He was naturally showing off his muscles to his friends Mike (a cute Asian boy that wore a black t-shirt with baggy jeans), Matt (an olive skinned boy that wore the same as Noah), and Finn (a tall boy with short brown hair, he simply wore a black plaid shirt over a white t-shirt and jeans).

"You're go-" he pulled me into a kiss before I finished the sentence, eventually I kissed him back.

"Shall we dance?" he asked.

I wasn't much of a ballroom dancer or anything fancy like the waltz, I was into tap dancing and ballet, but for him I did.

"Noah, why did you change you're mind?" I cried.

"Rachel hunny, time to go on stage."

I wiped my tears and left the room.