"Ladies and gentlemen!" bellowed the announcer. "May I have your attention please? I have just been informed that the star of tonight's show will be here in less then ten seconds!"

The crowd screamed with anticipation as they knew that their idol was about to appear onstage. They had waited so long for this moment to come. Some had brought signs that had different saying on them or songs that they loved that they wanted to be sung that night. But the saying on most of them was Make Love to Me and You, the latest and greatest song that was out at the moment.

"So I would really appreciate it if you would count down with me, do you think you can do that?" asked the presenter with a small flip of her short chin length black hair.

The crowd agreed by screaming even louder. But the one that they were welcoming started to feel nervous as she waited behind the pink and black curtains. She knew that there were at least fifty thousand people out there, if not more. She took a deep breath as she knew that this would be her last performance for a while. At least until she returned for the U.S.A.

"So let's start the count down okay?"

Another roar of agreement came from the crowd as they grew more anxious.

"Okay! Ten. Nine. Eight," she said into her microphone as the rest of the audience started to count down with her.

With each second, the star felt more and more nervous, but at the same time anxious, with a bit of excitement stirred in. She couldn't wait for her pink high heels to hit the stage. As the audience counted out five she looked to a woman with flaming red hair that was her mother and smiled. She then looked down at her mother's growing belly that held her soon to be little brother or sister.

"Four. Three. Two. One! May I present to you, Fairaway Harper!"

Fairaway took a deep breath and smiled as she ran out on stage. Her fans went wild as she waved at them all. Deep down she knew that she would miss all this attention but at the same time she couldn't wait to get away from it all. For it had caused her a lot of problems. She hoped that her decision was correct and that it was the right one. Quickly she shook hands with the woman and smiled.

"Thanks Maggie," Fairaway said as she held then microphone low enough so that the audience wouldn't hear them.

"Hey no prob Faira! Besides that's my job! I 'm going to miss you, but make sure you have fun. Okay?" the woman winked as she ran off to where Fairaway had just come from.

Fairaway looked at her adoring fans as and smiled. "Hi everybody! Are you all having a good time so far?"

In response they all screamed loud enough to knock her back a few steps. She gave a little chuckle into her microphone. She had arranged it so that there were tons of vendors around so that they would be able to have fun. She had stands for fortune telling, concession stands, little shops that were selling handmade jewelry and clothes pushed up against the walls of the lobby. Knowing full well that this had to feel as much as a carnival as possible. She figured it would make the entire thing more fun.

"Well I'm very glad to hear that! And I hope you all visit the funnel cake stand because I'm pretty sure they'll be gone within like four seconds."

Some of the people chuckled at that. She had announced in the beginning of her career that that was her favorite carnival food along with cotton candy.

"And I have a little surprise for you all at the end of the evening that will shock the hell out of you. So how about we get this party started?"

She nodded at the drummer and he started to count out the beat with his sticks before he wailed on the crash cymbal. The guitarist soon followed with a loud riff that sounded like it was crying.

Fairaway took the mic in her hands and began to sing.

When the hands of time have stopped

And you feel like you can't go on

Just reach out and look around

Because baby your not the only one!

* * *

As the bass guitar slowly began to get quieter the crowd let out another round of applause. Fairaway breathed deeply and wiped some of the sweat off of her brow. She knew she wouldn't miss the heat under the lights. It was even worse when the air conditioning was off. Even worse? Being outside on a hot summer's night with no wind and heat lights beating down on her.

"Okay so did every one have fun tonight?" she asked.

In response she got a roar of applause. She knew it must have been near two in the morning or sometime close to it.

"Great," she sighed. "Well remember how I told you that I had a little surprise for you all? Well here it is. I will be leaving the business for a year."

The crowd was silent for a second and then the mutterings started.

"Is this a joke?" shouted one fan.

"I assure you that this is no joke. I have been in this business with my family for as long as I can remember and I have never been able to experience a real teenager's life. So now after the show is over and I have left the primacies I shall no longer be called Fairaway Harper. I promise that I will return after one year but until I return I wish you all peace . . . Love . . . Much happiness . . . And a pleasant life. I hope that you can all forgive me."

Her fans started to wonder if this was some sort of prank or celebrity stunt. But it was for real. She replaced the microphone back on the stage and ran to side stage. She began to fight her way to her dressing room where mother, father, elder brother and look-a-like were waiting for her.

As soon as she closed the door to her dressing room her eyes filled with tears. Her mother rushed over to her and held her tightly.

"It's alright honey," comforted her mother. She began to smooth out her daughter's wig that she had adorned for the last week. It was a short black bob that had pink streaks randomly spread throughout the hair piece. "I know it'll be hard but just think how bad it'll be on us. We'll have to deal with all those retched paparazzi."

Fairaway laughed at that. She wondered if they really were going to miss her or if they'd be too absorbed in the baby that was due in a few months. No. She had to push that thought out of her mind. She began to smile at her family and sniffed the sot back up her nose.

She tried to laugh without making a snot bubble. "I promise I'll have grandpa write you guys."

Her father stepped over and scooped his wife and daughter into a giant hug. "Don't worry. We know that you'll be safe with your grandfather. There's no reason why we should worry. If you want we could send you pictures of the new baby."

"I'd really like that."

She looked at her family one by one.

At her mother and her flaming red hair that was tied back with a clip. Her grey eyes with the soft specks of green mixed in behind the tears. At her lanky arms and her growing belly.

Her father and his dark chestnut brown hair. At his green eyes that were hidden behind thick glasses and all his short skinniness. She knew that she had not gotten her height from her father who was only four foot seven but from her mother who was a whole six feet without high heels.

Lastly she looked at her elder brother who was a hulking six foot ten. His black hair had grown shaggy and was hanging in his eyes which were fighting back tears. She pulled away from her mother and father only to be pulled into a circle of muscles by her brother.

"Um . . . Jack? I can't breath!"

He let her go and smiled. She knew that he had made the right choice as to go into basket ball, what with his height and all.

"I'm going to miss you all so much," she wept.

Her mother cried along with her and smiled. She knew that the business was slowly killing her daughter and that she needed to get away for a bit. But she had never envisioned this. Not her Daughter going off to some foreign country to live with her grandfather. Never.

"We'll miss you too," said her mother.

"I'll miss you infinity," Fairaway laughed remembering the game that she had played with her mother when she had tucked her into bed.

"But I'll miss you more," said her mother as she began to remember too.

"Listen we better get out of here so that you can get dressed and go," informed her brother. "We'll see you in a year. Okay? Later," he said before he rushed out into the hall.

Her mother looked at her and hugged her once more. "I love you. I'll see you as soon as you come home alright?"

"Come on now dear," said her father. He grabbed her mother's elbow and slowly guided her to the door. "Good luck with your grandpa."

He and her mother left and closed the door, leaving Fairaway and her look-a-like alone in the dressing room.

Fairaway smiled and turned around as she looked at the girl. "Well? Are you ready to help me get away Sam?"

A girl with a black bob with pink strips nodded. She wore a black zip up hoodie over a white camisole, blue jeans that were tucked inside black combat boots, and a black studded belt. She walked up behind Fairaway and began to help her unlace her black and pink corset dress. As she did so Fairaway wiped away the tears from her cheeks and chin.

"So do you think your going to miss all this?" Sam asked.

"All of what? All of the trouble of putting on stage make up? All the trouble of giving interviews? All of the screaming fans that scream so loud that they give me a headache? All of baking under the heat lights? No. Not even a bit."

"You're such a liar," she said as she finished with the laces.

The dress slid down Fairaway's slender frame and fell to the floor, leaving her only in her pink high heels, a pair of black lace panties, and a black strapless bra. She walked over to a rack of clothes and began to kick off her heels.

"Why are you going away anyway? I mean you could just take a break for a while. You can still stay here and live at home right?" she asked as she sat down on the futon that was pressed up against one of the walls.

Fairaway unhooked her bra and slipped into a white sports bra. She began to look for a shirt as she talked. "I can't stay here. If I stay any longer then the press is going to be watching my every move, waiting for me to leave so that they can follow me everywhere in secret. I'll never be able to live a normal life like that."

Sam sighed as Fairaway slipped on a sparkly blue tank top. "Leslie's going to miss you," Sam said, referring to her sister who Fairaway had dated for almost three months now.

"I don't want to talk about her," she said as she felt a new stream of tears trying to break loose. "Besides, I need to hurry. The press has probably heard about my little announcement by now." She began to slip into a pair of faded blue jeans that were shredding on the back pockets.

Sam nodded and slipped on a pair of sunglasses that hid almost her entire face. They could both here a crowd of people outside waiting for her to come out. Quickly Fairaway slipped her feet into a pair of Vans and shrugged on a grey fleece jacket.

They both moved the clothing rack out of the way to show a small opening that led to the pizza shop next door. Fairaway kneeled down and opened the little doorway. Inside was a tunnel that was dark and musky. A small spider crawled out and up the was. Sam handed her a small flash light.

Fairaway took one last look at her and smiled. She had been her best friend for a while now. She was going to miss her. Sam bent down and gave her a tight squeeze.

"Now go. Before I call Leslie to come and kick your ass."

Fairaway nodded and turned on the flashlight which she stuck in her mouth. She began to crawl through the small tunnel and toward her future. Sam closed the door and moved the clothes rack back so that no one would be suspicious. As Fairaway crawled she began to go through the plan in her head again from start to finish. From the very moment the plan had started.

She had scheduled the concert almost six months before but had only thought about leaving a month ago. She had formulated a plan with her family and had finally come to a decision. She would go to Japan where her mother's father lived and ran a hotel chain as well as a new bath house which was beginning expand. She would spend one year there going to a school of his choosing as long as it wasn't too prestigious. But she had to make it so that she wouldn't be recognized when she went away.

It was her mother who had come up with this part. Because she didn't want to cut or color her hair her mother had come up with the idea of wearing a wig until she left. They had a really easy time finding one on eBay. And it wasn't even expensive either. Infact they had gotten it for only ten dollars without anyone knowing it was them who had bought it. Although she did have a bit of trouble getting all of her hair into the stocking cap it was better than cutting off her hair.

She would do her concert as if it was any other and then at the end she would make her announcement. After she had changed Sam would go out disguised as her and spend the night at her place with her family, while she crawled through this tiny, putrid, and cramped tunnel to where she would come out and meet up with her father's editor who would drive her to the airport with his wife and they would see her off as if they were seeing off their own daughter. But the thing was they would see her off in the parking lot so that they also wouldn't know where she was going.

And after she got on the plane, Coach instead of First Class, she would sleep for a few hours instead of sleeping there. She figures it would be the best thing. And then after she got off she would meet up with her grandfather Henry who would pick her up. After that they would head off to her new home and not have to worry about the press for a while. She would be free to enjoy her life as a normal girl. But in her case, it would be a normal foreign girl. But she had taken secret language lessons as per her mother. Just in case the need should ever arise. Good thing too.

It was the perfect plan. Not to mention the most fool proof. Her grandfather and her family rarely spoke and when they did, they made it look as if it was in distainment. But in actuality the were very loving. Amazing what a little acting can do. Not to mention precautions for anything that should come about. It was if her family had planned for everything that could possibly come about.

Fairaway crawled through the little tunnel that led to the building a next door. It bent down and twisted a few times so as to navigate around water pipes and power cords. After only four and a half minutes she arrived at another small door and knocked three times fast, then twice slow. It was the signal that she was at the door and ready to get out. She took the flashlight out of her mouth and shined it at the door, willing it to open.

She heard a scraping noise and knew that something was being moved. Then the door opened and a bright light and the smell of garlic rushed in the tunnel. Her father's editor was there to help her out along with a few other people. She knew it was his wife and the manager of the pizza place.

She stood up and dusted off all the spider webs from her clothes. The manager took the flashlight from her, turned it off and placed it in his pocket. Her father's editor took off her wig and replaced it with a shaggy red one that reached her shoulders. He then helped her to apply some theatrical scars to her cheek and to her forehead. His wife started to shoo him away.

"You really can't get this right," she complained. She took over and began to apply the scars with some facial glue and make up to hide the edge of them. "I swear men can't seam to get anything right can they?"

Her husband scowled and helped the pizza manager move the create filled with potatoes back against the wall to hide her little secret savior.

"Thanks for doing this for us," he said to the manager.

"Hey don't worry," he chuckled as her scratched his hair which was a salt and pepper color. "My daughter loves her so I don't mind as long as I get that wig and autograph."

"Oh of coarse," he said as he handed over the wig.

He looked at Fairaway who was being scaritized by his wife.

"Um . . . Do you think you could wait until my wife is done with her make up?"

"Oh sure."

His wife looked her over and then smiled. "You look just like Genevieve!" she exclaimed referring to her eldest daughter, whom Fairaway was to be impersonating for the night until she reached the airport.

"Now about the autograph Faira," said her father's editor.

"Oh lay off her Joseph. She just got out of that smelly tunnel."

"Sorry Katrina but we need to hurry so we can have her make her plane."

"No it's perfectly alright," Fairaway said as she walked over to the manager. "Do you have something that I can sign and sing with?"

They all started to look around for something for her to write with and on. Katrina found a black Sharpie and the manager pulled out a napkin from a box filled with them.

"Thanks, what was her name again?" Fairaway asked as she started to sign.

"Summer. Summer Giovanni. She loves your song Forget about the Guys. That's all she ever sings."

Fairaway smiled as she wrote down Thanks Summer for all ways being there and loving my music. Love forever Fairaway Harper. She kissed one of the corners and left a ruby red kiss mark.

"I hope that this will make her happy," she said as she handed him the napkin.

He looked it over and smiled. "It'll be more than enough. Come on."

He led them through the kitchen to the back door where there was a black sedan waiting for them. She quickly got into the back seat and waited for her parents to get in too. She smiled at the manager.

"Thank you very much for this," she said as her father started the car.

"Hey don't mention it. I'm just glad that I could help out at all. And thanks again for this," he said as he held up the wig and the napkin.

She closed the door and waited for them to pull out of the back ally way and onto the main street.

Katrina turned around in her seat as her husband pulled away. She had a big goofy grin on her face. She looked more like an older sister than a mother for the night, what with her crimped red hair, green halter top, gold mini skirt, and gold bangles adorning her arms.

"So how do you think you'll like your new life?" she asked her.

Fairaway knew better than to tell her anything that might give away where she was heading. So instead she told her very little details. "I think it'll be like everywhere else. Only a bit less glamorized. I think that it'll be fun though. I can't wait to see my caretaker again."

"Caretaker?" she inquired.

"Oh yeah! I haven't seen him for at least three years I think. It's been a while since I've been to Gu-" she said as she almost spilled the beans. She knew she had to let something slip but it couldn't be anything referring to where she would be staying so she thought up an intelligent story very quickly.

"Where? I promise I won't tell anyone. And Joseph won't tell anyone either. Will you Joey?"

"Not at all," he said as he continued to drive.

"Well I guess I can tell you as long as you guys keep it to yourselves," she said as she squirmed under Katrina's watchful eye. "You see my mom's uncle owns a little villa over in Guam. He thought it would be nice if I came over and took a little time off from the celebrity life. Mom thought that it was a great idea but if I just went over there then the press would follow. So she came up with this little scheme to through people off topic."

It wasn't an entire lie but it was stretched a bit. Instead of her uncle it was her grandfather. And instead of Guam it was Japan. It was the closest story to the truth without having Katrina come over to Guam and searching for her. Katrina was always in her business and anyone's business for that matter. She was the gossip queen of all of Beverly Hills. So if you wanted to know anything you went to her.

Fairaway and her family didn't want to let her in on the plan but she was the best make up artist on this side of the country.

"Sounds like that'll be fun," Katrina smiled. "Hey! Maybe I can come and visit you sometime once all this commotion cools down a bit."

"That would be really cool," Fairaway said. But in her head she thought, Not as long as I can help it. I don't want you anywhere near me. You'll drag the press across the ocean by their teeth if you have to.

"Joseph why don't you turn on the radio? I hate riding in silence. Don't you Faira?"

"Oh yes. It's so annoying. I have to have some sort of noise besides just talking."

"I hear ya girl," she said as she turned on the radio to some random station.

"Oh I love this song!" she squealed as Queen's Somebody to Love came to an end. "Too bad it's over."

As the song ended the announcer came on saying, Ladies and gentlemen breaking news! Fairaway Harper announced after her concert this evening that she will be going into hiding for a year. This news is very surprising since she just started on a whole new drama. What will happen to her on the show? Only the directors know. Also where is she going? We asked her mother and father after the concert and all they had to say to us was 'No comment'. We now have a poll going on our site asking people where they think she is going. So far fifty-seven percent of you think that she is staying her in that states, forty-three say France, twenty-two percent say Mexico, while the other twenty-one percent think that this is all just a hoax. I guess we'll have to keep an eye on this girl. Her ex-girlfriend Leslie Davis doesn't seem to be giving out any information either when one of our informants came across her when jogging. If anyone has any guesses as to what's going on we would love to hear about it. Until then I'll leave you with her latest song Love is Love.

A sweet piano poured out of the speakers. Fairaway looked out the window and sighed. She hadn't thought that the news would travel this fast. Nor had she thought that people would be holding polls as to where she was going. She hoped that she could get out of the country as soon as possible, without having news follow her. With any luck the kids at her new school wouldn't care about American music.

Katrina looked at her and frowned. "Oh honey I'm so sorry. I didn't think that it would get this out of hand."

Fairaway smiled and nodded. "It's okay. I was actually expecting more commotion than this. I'm just thankful that riots didn't break out at the concert."

"Understandable," said Joseph as he turned a corner. "You have to plan for the worst so that way nothing can surprise you. Well, here we are. I'll pop the trunk so you can get your back pack out."

"I have to say its pretty weird that you're only taking one bag of clothes," Katrina criticized.

Fairaway rolled her eyes as she got out and went around to the back of the vehicle. She heard a click as the trunk popped open. Quickly she retrieved her black back pack and went back around to meet up with Katrina and Joseph who had gotten out of the car for a second.

"Well I'll see you guys when I get back okay?" she said as Katrina pulled her in for a hug, portraying the perfect teary eyed mother.

"You be careful over there okay?" she said as Fairaway pulled away.

"I will. Bye dad."

"See ya later kid," Joseph said as she went through the doors to the airport. Scoping out the gate she quickly ran and didn't stop until she reached security.

She knew that this was were all her acting was going to pay off. Before all of her performances on the set she would get a little butterfly squirming in the pit of her stomach, but right now it felt like a thousand birds waiting to break free.

Good bye Fairaway Harper, hello Lavinia Goldstein.