The limousine pulled up in front of Roseville Music Industry. I looked out the window and saw the many news channels that came to see me. I signed. "Time to face the music...the irony." I mean, don't get me wrong, I love what I do. Singing, it's awesome. it's my talent and I love doing it. Along with playing the guitar, those two things are what I love to do. But sometimes the media is too much sometimes. I sometimes just wish that I could go back to my old life, with my family.

I stepped out after the Secret Service's signal. And I was immediately bombarded with yells and questions from the media. I could just imagine the newspaper headlines for tomorrow. "Tiffany St. James Arrives at Roseville, Virginia! Does she have a new deal?" or maybe "Tiffany at Roseville! For Job Purposes or Vacation?"

"Miss Tiffany!" One reporter yelled.

"Miss James!" Another yelled.

"Over here Miss!" Yelled another.

The Secret Service guided me through and kept the media away. But, as I entered the building, I saw one man starting at me intently. He blended in so well, I wouldn't have noticed him if it hadn't been for my intense training a child. If I hadn't looked carefully I wouldn't have noticed that h wasn't pushing through the crowds for the latest scoop or taking pictures or attempting to talk to me, he was just there. He was extremely handsome and looked very young. He had green eyes that seemed to move with too much purpose and precision. He didn't say anything or do anything in particular but he caught my attention. "He's a spy. Just like me," I decided. And just as fast as I saw him he disappeared. which proved my theory of him being a spy. this guy could blow my cover. I wasn't sure who he was but I had a vague idea of who it could possibly be. I knew him, because he, in a way, used to be my kinda best friend.

I thought about who I was while I entered and what I was doing here. I was at Roseville Music Industry to decide if I was going to accept the offer made, nothing will break me out of who I am. So exactly 20 minutes later (I know, I have an internal clock, pretty awesome I know), I was listening to the deal from the man in front of me in the table.

"So, Tiffany what do you say? Do you want to be the next biggest pop star? All you have to do is sign here on the contact," the man in front of me asked. I, in reply, smiled brightly and picked up the pen. I signed, Tiffany St. James, where he had said. I put down the pen and looked up as the beaming man.

"I believe we have made a deal. Yay! This gonna be so much fun!" I told the man enthusiastically. The man, Thomas smiled, stood up and hugged me, much too my surprise. Usually the people who are talking to me about this would think I was being sarcastic about going to have fun with them. They never hugged me before, just handshakes. I grinned at the thought that this deal would actually be different.

Later that day, I returned to my hotel room. I was about take off my black wig, when I heard a noise behind me. I knew I couldn't take off my disguise just then, so I waited and listened. No one knew how I looked like, not even my family, who I ran away from when I discovered that I was bringing danger to them. I planned not to let anyone know.

"Who are you?! I know karate and I have pepper spray! I'm not afraid to use them!" I yelled at the person. I made sure to throw in my faint British accent just in case. The disguise had a good effect, but I had to sure. I couldn't let anyone blow my cover.

"I know you do. In fact, I know you know much more than you realize" The mystery person, now confirmed man said, quite calmly. Oh. My. Gosh. Who is this guy? Ok, just stay calm. no need to panic or pull out your stellar spy moves on this guy. Just stay calm and think reasonably. I breathed in and out. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Now speak.

"I'm sorry. I believe you've mistaken me with someone else. I'm not her. I could ask around and help you find her." I say to the man, "although this is the biggest hotel I've ever stayed in," I muttered the last part under my breath, but I'm sure he heard me. I turn around to face him and I find myself facing the green-eyed spy. I took all of me not to gasp at who it was. After all he probably didn't realize who I was. I did have my long jet black hair and blue contacts. In short, I basically looked the all too famous Macey Mchenry. The British accent sounded like the accent of my best friend who I also left behind when I ran away. But no matter how many disguises I had or how many aliases I had, I could never run away from him.

"Oh, come on! Stop the act. You know you could never fool me. That disguise might have hidden you from us for all these years, but I was bound to find you sometime. Admit I know it's you. Take the wig and contacts off. You can't hide forever. It took us awhile to track you down, but it is you. You aren't Tiffany St. James, the biggest and youngest pop star of all time, You are Cameron Ann Morgan, the sixteen year old spy and the best of the CIA. You're the Chameleon. And you have to come back home." The male in front of me told me.

I finished this chapter! Yay! That was fun! Anyways, who do you think the guy is? Try to guess in the reviews. I'd also love it if you guys could give me constructive criticism in the reviews. Also, this is my first fan fiction ever. I also have a similar story like this on Wattpad. My name there is Litzy Rodriguez, so if you could check it out that would be awesome.

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