A/N: Here is the prologue to my first story, hope you like it! Have a read and give me some feedback please.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Twilight related, and unfortunately for me that includes Edward Cullen!

When pop star Izzie Phillips wants a chance at a normal life, she goes undercover as Bella Swan to attend university. Here she meets the handsome Edward Cullen, but has no idea that he was hired by her father to protect her.

BPOV:

I looked at Izzie Phillips in the mirror one last time. She was a stranger to me, yet a famous face to the rest of the world. I used to see myself in the mirror, but bit by bit I was changed into the stereotypical young pop star that now stood before me.

My mind wandered back to the day I was told I was going to be a star. It was the words I had always dreamed to hear, except they came with a condition. I was told I was pretty, but not exactly 'superstar material'. If I wanted to make it big, I had to look the part too. Looking back it seems stupid, but the naïve 14-year-old me was willing to do anything it took; blonde hair dye, hair straightener, fake tan, contacts, a new revealing wardrobe, lose 20 pounds… anything. I did it all with a smile, accepting that I needed to change the way I looked in order to achieve my goal.

It worked… I became a star. Girls loved to bop along to my catchy tunes, and the guys were happy with the pretty blonde dancing around in the short skirt. People liked the songs that I had written… even if they were changed a bit to be 'teen-friendly'. I had a string of number one hits, was a regular guest for TV interviews, I met many famous people, dated a famous musician and became a superstar. I was on top of the world… and not just because my father was famous or wealthy. They all loved me… or at least I thought they did. I had come to realise that this wasn't me. Not even close.

I took out my contact lenses, revealing my brown eyes. Not many people know that my eyes aren't really a sparkling bright blue shade… not even my boyfriend of almost two years. Well… I guess I should say ex-boyfriend. It's been over two months now.

I slowly stepped into the shower, and started to scrub a spot on my leg. I scrubbed hard, until I could feel my leg throbbing with pain. I saw the water that was running down my body turn the slightest bit orange, and I stopped and glanced down at the ivory skin I had revealed.

As I continued scrubbing I thought of Sarah, the lady whose sole job was to make sure I looked tanned all the time. It was ridiculous… my pale skin was deemed to be 'abnormal', and it was considered vital that I always looked like I had recently returned from a holiday in Hawaii.

It took about fifteen minutes of hardcore scrubbing, but eventually I got off almost all of the fake tan that had been applied a few days ago. As I got out of the shower I was tempted to look in the mirror, but I had decided that I only would look when I was done. I grabbed the chocolate brown hair dye, which was my natural hair colour, and ran it through my damp hair. I then covered my head with a shower cap, and filled the basin with acetone to soak off my fake nails. After finally succeeding, I stepped back into the shower and rinsed my hair out, and the scrubbed off the makeup that was caked on my face.

And I mean caked.

Three layers of foundation had been applied to cover every tiny imperfection of my skin. My eyes had dark eye shadow, as well as thick eyeliner and mascara. The look was topped off with red lipstick staining my lips, and a considerable amount of blush on my cheeks.

I tried to hold in my excitement as I ran out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around my head, still avoiding the mirror. After rummaging around in my draws I eventually found my baggy old The Clash t-shirt, and slipped it on with a pair of jeans.

I went to the chest of drawers next to my bed and pulled out a photograph from the second drawer. The picture was taken 5 and a half years ago, and the girl in the photo staring back at me was smiling.

She was happy and carefree.

She was me.

The girl in the baggy sweater and faded jeans was Bella, and she was my chance at a normal life.

After many hours of arguing, I had eventually convinced my father to let me try to 'slip under the radar'. It was understandable that he would be upset, as he owned Eclipse Records, the record company that I was reeling in the cash for. I convinced him to let me get away from this life, and do something a normal 20-year-old would be doing… attending University.

I decided I would use my preferred first name and adopt my mothers' maiden name to become Bella Swan, a student at Chappler University. My biggest challenge would be to blend in and not be recognised.

Thanks to the many hours my beauticians spent weekly transforming my appearance to disguise the real me, I was confident this could be accomplished.

With my fake tan gone for the first time in years, my hair back to its normal colour and with light waves, my eyes once again brown… I felt a surge of hope. Hope that my plan at normality would succeed. I really hoped that, with all the changes I had made, I would not look like Izzie Phillips anymore.

Would it be enough? I mean, no pressure or anything… but my future happiness depends on this working!

I removed the towel from around my head and walked back into the bathroom.

I took a deep breath, stood in front of the mirror and slowly looked up.