Yes, that's right. I get to host the KCA! Woo! So, in this fanfic, I am a famous singer and everybody loves me! YAY! But, since that will never happen, I thought I'd write a fanfic about it! So, here we go!

But, I will be mostly using songs written by REAL famous people that no one really knows, okay? WOO!

You're so obvious

You're so oblivious

And now you wonder why

You're the one alone

So don't apologize

You don't even realize

You screwed it up this time

Now you're the one alone

I sang as loud as I could, trying to hear myself over the screaming crowd. I was sweating, singing, dancing, playing guitar all at once and it was killing me.

But I loved it! I started a new song…

When I hit the last, loud note on my guitar, the crowd got even louder. But, at the volume that they had been two seconds ago, that seemed impossible. Fans prove me wrong all the time…

"Goodnight, New York!" I screamed into my microphone with all I had in me, pumping my fist in the sweaty air above me. The crowd did the same, jumping as they did so. I walked off the large black stag and handed my guitar to one of the stage managers. Me and my band of friends ran into our dressing room where about fifty fan's screamed for us, waving their passes at the muscular guard. Once we were inside, we had two minutes before autographs had to be signed.

"You were great, Lylli!" Eric, my drummer, yelled over the noise coming from outside the locked door. "Great job on that last one, you really killed 'em!"

"Thank, bro." We hugged quickly and I ran up to my bass play, Vanya. "You rocked, dude!"

"Thank you, thank you!" She bowed, her long green hair flying over her face. Vanya stood up strait and her hair fell behind her, a green waterfall. "You were very good in that last number. Nice back flip, by da way." Vanya hugged me, and then walked over to give Eric a kiss.

Someone picked me up from behind and swung me around, making me scream and laugh.

"You were amazing, Lyllith!" Jafar laughed with me, setting me down and pulling me into a hug. My big brother was the only one in m family who supported my singing carrier. So, I lived with him here in New York, and the two of us watched my road to stardom get longer.

"Thanks," I hugged him tightly and then let go.

"Okay, F.O.N. here comes the first couple fans," My manager, Peter, opened the doors and four girls walked in. They all wore shirts with me and Vanya and Eric on them. One girl's shirt said 'Marry Me ERIC!' I laughed at that.

"Oh. My. God!" The blond girl yelled, "We're, like, your biggest fans!" A black haired girl, an emo, walked up to me.

"Can I have your autograph?" She asked in a raspy voice, most likely from screaming at the concert.

"Yeah, but who am I making it out to?" I replied, taking the poster she held out to me. I was on it, smiling in my signature outfit: A white tank top and a black pair of skinny jeans. My socks didn't match and I wore flip-flops.

"My name is Lizzy," She said, a smiling creeping to her black painted lips.

"Short for something?" I asked her as I signed the poster.

"Elizabeth, not a very uncommon name like yours." Lizzy laughed.

"Psh, I like it." I handed the poster back to her and she held up her camera.

"May I?" Lizzy asked hesitantly.

"Of course," I looked over at my brother. "Jafar, come take a pic of me and Lizzy."

"You got it," After he did, Jafar handed the camera back to Lizzy.

"Thank you so much," She said to me.

"Peace out, Liz!" I yelled as she walked over to Vanya and Eric, the two others—a blond and a pink headed one—came over to me.

"Oh, wow! You were so awesome tonight! You, like, totally rocked!" They were obviously preps, and I don't like preps.

"Why thank you," I said, bowing. "Can I sign something for you?"

"Yes! EEEE!" They said in unison, and handed me pictures of myself. "Names?"

"Kelly!"

"Kelsey!"

"You got it," I signed them quickly, and took a few photos with them.

"Okay, Lizzy! We're going now!" They yelled at their smaller friend. She was posing for a picture with Vanya, but they pulled her away. "God, Lizzy! Why are so frickin' slow?!"

"Sorry, sorry!" Lizzy tried to pull out of her sister's hold but she couldn't.

"Oh, wait. Hold up girl friend," I called to them. The two older ones—Bitchy and Bitchly—squealed as I walked up to them with a smile. "Not you two. Lizzy," I said to her pulling her away. The other two's jaws fell down and they looked at Lizzy with a glare. "Are your parents coming to pick you up?"

"Yeah, in about twenty minutes." She answered me, a smile in her eyes.

"Well, you can hang out back here with me until then." I turned to her sisters, "You two should go wait outside for your mom. Just tell her to come back here to pick up my girl Liz, okay?"

"Um, sure. Yeah," And then they were gone. And I was laughing with Lizzy.

"Make yourself at home, girl. Food's right there, free signed CDs next to the food, take all you want." I patted her shoulder and she smiled up at me.

"Thanks, Lyllith." Lizzy ran up to the tables.

"Call me Lylli," I called to her as she grabbed some food.

"That was nice, Lyl." Jafar said as the next group of people came in. Six guys. All wearing 'I 3 Lyllith' T-shirts.

"Dudes," One of them shushed the rest. "Hi, Lyllith. I'm Devon and this is Ben, Tim, Greg, Hector, and John. We're your biggest fans." Devon laughed. "Can we get a photo?"

"Yeah," I let them crowd around me and hug me as Jafar took the photo. "There ya go." They were all trying to keep their cool.

"Thank you so much, Lyllith!" They yelled as they walked out. And, so on and so forth. Fans come in, Fans go home. And, after all the backstage people were gone, it was just me, my band, my brother, and little Lizzy.

"So, Liz," I said, sitting down next to her on the couch. "Is your sister always like that?"

"Yes," The young girl sighed. "The only reason I got to come is because I'm doing a school report on you. It's a big report, so I wanted to get all the info I needed from watching your concert."

"Well, let's do better than that!" I laughed, "What school do you go to, and what grade? And do you have a video camera?"

"Maple Grove, and I'm in seventh, and yes?"

"Let me see it," She handed it to me. "Vanya, Eric! Come 'ere! Jafar, hold the camera!" He did and Vanya and Erin sat down on the couch with me and Lizzy. Erin sat with his arm around her shoulders and Lizzy blushed.

"You're on in three, two one!" Jafar said as he hit RECORD.

"Hey, Maple Grove seventh graders! This is Lyllith—"

"Vanya!"

"And Eric!"

"And we are helping out my girlfriend Liz here with her school project. So, Liz, are there any questions you want to ask us?" I said, smiling at her.

"Well, how does it feel to be famous?" Lizzy asked, leaning into Eric. He let her.

"Well, it's awesome! We meet so many people and go so many different places." I laughed.

"But, sometimes, it's, like, really hard, ya know?" Erin said to her. "Being under pressure all the time, like, making sure you don't mess up at concerts and recordings…It's still cool, but yeah."

"Vanya, what's it like to be dating a band member?" Lizzy asked my best friend.

"Awesome. I'm in a band with my best friend and boyfriend, it's perfect. Yeah, we fight, we yell, we scream, but hey! We have fun!" Vanya laughed, running a hand through her green hair.

"Well, that's about all I can think of right now. Oh! One more! Lyllith, my brother wants me to ask you; are you single?" Lizzy asked me, biting her lip.

"Okay, well…" I turned to the camera, "Let this be a message to the world! You seventh graders are the first ones to know; I, Lyllith Fon, am single! And I love it!" I did a little screamer move and Lizzy laughed.

Jafar turned off the camera as an older woman walked in with Peter and the other two bitchy girls.

"Hey mom," Lizzy said as she stood up and walked over to her.

"Well, thank you for watching my daughter, Ms. Fon." The old chic said to me.

"No prob, Grams." I replied. "Check ya later, girl friend." I gave Lizzy a hug and watched them leave.

"That was cool," Erin said as Vanya sat in his lap. "But did you really mean that?"

"Mean what?" I asked him, turning around to the food.

"That you're happy being single?" Vanya finished for him.

"Yeah. Why would I want to have a dude following me around all the time?" I laughed, "No offence to you two."

"None taken," They both said.

"And I quote myself; I don't need a-you to be a-me!" I sang the little part of my song and did a small dance. Erin and Vanya cheered me on, so I continued.

I'm just a loner

Can't you see?

I don't need you

And I don't care if you need me!

I'm still alone

I don't need you to see

That I don't care

I'm still me!

"Woo!" Peter said as he walked up to us, "That's great! Just great! And, I have even better news! Guess what hot, teen band is going to be the number one guests at the Kids' Choice Awards? That's right! You guys!"

"Sweet! Here I come Ashton!" Vanya jumped up and danced, Erin snorted. "What? He's so yummy!"

"Yeah, sure!" He laughed.

"AND!" Peter continued, "Guess what lead singer of said hot, teen band is going to host the awards?!"

"What!" I yelled, excited.

"That's right, doll face! You!" Peter hugged me, and shook me. "You start filming commercials next week! So, we gotta move!"

"Okay! WOO!" Vanya screamed, "Road trip, here we come!"

~Lalalalala~

"—Kids' choice, 2009!" The intercom voice said before the camera switched.

"Hosted by me," I said, and then I sang, "You gotta be here. You gotta come here. You gotta come right on back to me! 'Cuz if you never come here. You're not gonna be missed, dear! Just come on back to me!"

"Lyllith Fon hosts KCA 2009, with live performances by the Jonas Brothers, Miley Cyrus, Jesse McCartney, and many more!"

"Plus, the premier of my band's new song, Runaway. All of it live, strait from Hollywood. Be there, because this year—" I pulled the lever that hung to my right and I was covered in green slime. "—The slime, just got smilmier. And the awesome—" I hit a few notes that were near impossible as the camera switched to quick scenes from music videos and scenes from movies and other flashes of famous people. "—Just got awesomely better."

"KCA, 2009. Hosted by Lyllith Fon! March 28th, at eight pm. Only, on Nick!"

"Annnnnd…CUT!" Some director yelled, "That's a wrap!"

I don't care if no one likes this Fanfic, I'm gonna write it anyways! WOO!

Peace, love, vampires, and WHOS!

~Lyllith!