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Sam, Freddie, and Carly are 22. Carly POV.
Well, I get to pretend to be a normal, non-famous person again for a few hours. A few bliss filled hours of not denying my breakup with my fake boyfriend, no autographs, just life as I once knew it. My best friend loaned me a red wig and bronzer so that no one recognized me, sort of like Hannah Montana, only we don't overuse the laugh machine or sing about our feelings. I was swept off of my feet into Hollywood 7 years ago when a big-time producer discovered me, taking me from Internet sensation to accomplished Hollywood actress, and all around bratty diva. I'm sure if Sam and Freddie had been whisked away to Tinsel Towne too, I wouldn't be notorious for starting catfights and being a total snob. I'm flying out to Maine to shoot a new movie, To Start and Fall. I'm incognito because I wholeheartedly loathe fan pandemonium in airports. It's the absolute worst type of crossover consisting of tabloids full of questions, paparazzi full of film, fans that don't have my autograph in red yet, and somewhere to be.
I found my seat in the coach section. Blech. If it weren't for this whole incognito idea, I could be noshing on shrimp scampi in a lavish first class seat. But no, instead I am seated next to a couple in coach, all because being in coach will lower suspicions if there are any. Hours just pass. Slowly. So I eavesdrop on the people next to me. I know, it's tacky, but they'll never know, right? The woman had blonde curly hair and was pregnant. (A/N: Truth be told, I really don't think pregnant people are supposed to fly, but I wouldn't know.) The man next to her, presumably her husband, had short brown hair and was very handsome. They were discussing the Persons magazine article in front of them, which had my face and name all over it. To my relief, this was a positive article about my environmental efforts.
"Listen to this rag talk about that skunkbag like she's some sort of saint. It's purely despicable! She's nothing more than a self-obsessed jerk." The woman said.
"Pssh, this is probably just another one of her publicist's ideas. She's to big-headed to care about anything but herself." The man stated.
I felt anger bubble inside of me. How can they say such things about a person they don't even know? "Hey, you don't even know her! You can't hate her already."
"We know her. She did iCarly with us when we were kids. The only good thing that came out of our friendship is that Sam and I met." Freddie said. The words burned into my heart.