A/N- Hey everyone! Welcome to my newest Suite Life FanFic, SuperStar. I don't think this has ever been done before, so it's gonna be REALLY cool. Just as a few notes this takes place around the end of their senior year. Thanks for reading, R&R!

Disclaimer- I do not own ANY of the character portrayed in this story. Any resemblance they have to persons living or dead is for the entertainment of my audience. I make no profit from this story.

SilverLetters

Cody, Bailey, Zack, Maya, London, and Woody were all sitting at the smoothie bar on the skydeck. It was around 2:30 in the afternoon. The six of them were chatting idley about being off school for the next week, when they heard the roar of a helicopter.

Now this wasn't unusual, they were just off the coast of Washington D.C. But it was odd because this one seemed to be right above the sky deck.

"Look!" screamed Woody over the roar of helicopter blades, "Aliens! Run!" he dove underneath the smoothie bar counter.

Sadly, it wasn't aliens, just a helicopter. It landed and the sky deck, and who walked out except none other than Winifred Tipton himself.

"Hello darling!" he said to his daughter, giving her a hug.

"But daddy!" she said, "What're you doing here?"

"I came to see Mr. Martin."

"That would be me." Said Cody and Zack together.

"Cody Martin." Mr. Tipton clarified. "And Ms. Bailey Pickett."

Bailey's eyes went wide, "Hello sir, I'm Bailey, good to meet you." She said shaking his hand.

"It's good to meet the two top students of my school." He said, smiling. "I need to meet with all of you though, in privet. Please come with me."

"The last time we were in here London was going to pay us a million bucks to design something for her." Zack recalled. "Who would have thought she'd design a best selling product, without my super-suit."

"I think the kitchen in a mitt was the best idea." Cody muttered.

The gang settled themselves into chairs, and waited for Mr. Tipton.

"Thank you for coming," he began settling himself into one of the chairs. Cody got the feeling he had done this many, many times before. "Now I have a few matters to discus with you."

"To promote tourism on the boat," he started, "I've invited many famous musicians, actors, and other famous people to cruise on the boat for free, if they will accept being interviewed. That's where you come in. These interviews will be broadcasted on the ships TV station, and on my numerous stations throughout the world. I would like you to run these interviews."

"Whoa, really?" Zack exclaimed, "Awesome, we accept!"

"Hold on." Said Cody, "Are we getting paid for this?"

"Here" Said Mr. Tipton reaching into his briefcase. He pulled out two bunches of paper, encased with binder clips. He handed one to Cody, and another to Bailey. They read them over, then at the same time began to sign them. Zack instantly said, "We accept!" Everyone else nodded.

"Good. I will inform you of your positions tomorrow. Please meet me here for a lunch meeting at noon.

"So," asked Maya, when they were back at the smoothie bar, "What about that contract?"

"Well," said Bailey, "We're getting paid fifty dollars a day, working five days a week after school. The show will be filmed a half hour after schools over."

"Apperently we've got lots of important people coming." Cody put in. "Famous people."

"Taylor Swift?" asked Zack.

"Adam Young?" asked Maya, at the same time.

"Michael Jackson?" asked Woody a split second later.

"Driftwood?" Zack told him, "Michael Jackson's dead."

"Dang it!" he moaned.

"Now we've just got to wait for that meeting!" London said.