"Thank you everyone!" I cheered to the audience as I finished the concert. I could hear them shouting my name. "Mitch-ie! Mitch-ie! Mitch-ie!" I loved the sound of that. It was my name, my fame, my life. And I loved it. I got everything I wanted. Perfect!

"Mitchie, who was your inspiration?" one reporter asked.

"My inspiration is, well, myself. Who else?"

"How did you become famous?" another asked.

"I presented the greatest voice in the world—my own!"

After I was finished with the concert and the reporters, I headed home. Actually, to my own loft in Los Angeles, California.

As soon as I stepped into the loft, I dropped my bags. My butler picked them up and set them in their closet. Yes, my bags had their own closet.

"Sarah! Get me a Mocha Latte, lay off of the caramel!" I ordered.

"It's Susie."

"Don't back sass me. Or I'll have my manager fire you!"

"Yes, ma'am."

Yup, this was my personal life...and I loved it. I turned on the T.V. to M.T.V.'s TRL.

"Next up, Mitchie Torres' new single, If I'm the Girl For You."'

"Uh, Michelle so needs a tan. I mean, she looks albino. And she def. needs a new haircut. Long, black, and wavy is totally out for the season. Unlike my hair!" I chimed. "SALLY! LATTE! NOW!" I yelled. God, was she slow.

"It's Susie, Mitchie."

"I thought I told you never to call me by my first name. That's Ms. Torres to you." People! Uh!

After TRL was over I went to bed in my bedchamber. I had the best view in the whole loft. Awesome. I could see the stars. I was way prettier than any of the millions of them in the sky. I shined brighter than anybody in the world. I was the best of the best. And nobody could beat that. I would admire myself some more but some idiot drivers honked their horns.

"Shut the fuck up you assholes! Can't the world's most famous popstar get some beauty sleep?!" They honked some more, giving me a retort. "I'll have my lawyer sue all of you!"

"Uh, peoplel have absolutely no respect for me!" I muttered to myself. I climbed into my swinging canopy bed. "LIGHTS OFF!" I yelled.

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After a peaceful night, I woke up to the bright morning sun. I slowly glided out of bed and to the downstairs.

"Sasha, get me some non-pulp organic orange juice. Pronto," I ordered, still sleepy from my beauty sleep.

"It's Susie."

"Whatever."

After five minutes of relaxing on the couch, whatever-her-name-was came over and handed me my drink.

"Today you have—,"

"You're speaking out of turn! Remember the rules? Jeesh, why did my manager hire you? You're terrible."

"Yes, would you like to hear today's schedule?"

"Why not? It's better than listening to the morning news. Not as good as hearing my own voice but everybody loves my voice anyway."

"You have a photo shoot for Okay! Magazine this morning at 11 AM, lunch with your mother and father at 12:30, shooting for your new music video at 2 PM, and dinner with your manager at 6:30 PM." I sighed. "You should get ready now, Ms. Torres."

"Yes, I should..." I said sarcastically. "Who are you to tell me what to do?! You should be fired!" It was too bad I couldn't fire her. Only my manager could do that since he hired her and since she signed his contract. I had my own contract for her to sign, but no, his was more important! Jeesh! I'm the world's biggest popstar and John Davis thinks he's bigger than me?!?! Not a chance!

I flipped on MTV again.

"Shane Grey is now accepting a full summer job as a camp leader at Camp Rock!"

"Stupid Shane Grey. Thinks he's all goody-goody because he helps out kids at a Camp Rock."

"You did sing with him at the Final Jamz," whatever-her-name-was spoke.

"Talking out of turn again!" I screeched.

"You know, I used to be Mr. Grey's personal assistant." I just ignored her. So I sang with him once? I went on tour after that, progressing my own songs and they became bigger than his ever did. I was better than Shane Grey and Connect 3.

"All of Connect 3 will be working at the camp this summer with an unknown surprise guest. We'll have the details when it is first announced. And you'll be the first to know."

"All of them are pathetic. Sucking up to the public. Too bad it's my public now. Connect 3 is in the dirt and history."