Summary: Mikan Sakura, aka Star Dream, is sick of her life. She's tired of being followed by paparazzi and mostly everything that comes with being a famous star. When something happens that pushes her to reach her limit, she runs away. From her star life. She enrolls in an academy as a normal girl with a scholarship. She makes friends, enemies and she finds out what it means to be normal. Will she find love among the way?
Victoria: And that will be my story. Hi, my name's Victoria and I'm 14. Antonia came up with the idea of me sharing one of my stores with you. This is actually a non-GA characters but Antonia changed it and I don't mind. As long as people will enjoy my writing. This is co-authored by Kira, Antonia and Amanda.
Antonia: None of us own GA or the characters. We simply just love writing and GA. Do remember to R&R and tell us what you think of our work. And here is Chapter 1!
~Secrets of A Star~
I'm in the middle of a big photo shoot, and there's a fight going on about whether my bangs should be swept to the left or the right. You would think that this decision is as important a, say, world peace or finding a cure for cancer. "Her best side is left" Sabrina, my publicist said. "No. Her right" my hairstylist, Joe, retorted. And it continues. "Can't I just wear my bangs parted in the middle and swept to both sides?" I struggled to be heard over the noise. Then there's dead silence in the studio. Everyone looks shocked that I actually have an opinion. "Star, just let us handle this, darling" Laura, my "mom" said.
They always call me Star. I really miss the days where my real mom was alive and she calls me by my real name, Mikan. "Fine" I muttered and the arguing continued. Then other topics were brought up. Should I have a flower in my hair, or a barrette? Should my lipstick be pale pink or nude? Peachy blush or rosy? And the never-ending list goes on. My entourage loves-no, scratch that. They live to argue.
~Secrets of A Star~
Five hours later, done with the photo shoot, I was finally able to replace the pink Lolita dress to a normal costume and I'm standing backstage at Madison Square, waiting to go on for the second-to-last show of my Simply Me tour. "Star! Star! Star!" the audience begins to chant. My heart is racing, but it's not because of nerves. I never get nervous anymore. It's from pure adrenaline, the pulse-pounding excitement of having twenty thousand over fans screaming and chanting my name. This has got to be one of the very few things I like about being me.
"You ready?" asks Jay, my spiky-haired guitar player, nudging me in the shoulder playfully. At 20, Jay is like the older brother I wished I had. Out in the arena, the roar of the crowd was reaching a deafening decibel. The opening band, EverGreen, has come and gone and now, it's our turn. Jay winks at me as the guys all nod at each other and head out to their positions onstage. There's another roar from the crowd, more high-pitched screams. I quickly run through the lyrics of my song before I head out myself.
You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset
She's going off about something that you said
'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do
I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
And she'll never know your story like I do
But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts
She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You, you belong with me, you belong with me
Walking the streets with you and your worn-out jeans
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself
Hey, isn't this easy?
And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town
I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down
You say you're fine, I know you better than that
Hey, what ya doing with a girl like that?
She wears high heels, I wear sneakers
She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You belong with me
Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know?
Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me
Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry
And I know your favorite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams
Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me
Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You belong with me
Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time, how could you not know?
Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me
You belong with me
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me?
You belong with me
I sang into the mike. When I was done, I screamed into the mike, "You're a great crowd. I love … New York!" Another roar. Luckily, none of the noticed I almost forgot where I was. Going to a lot of cities makes you forget to keep track of where you are. I live in constant fear of shouting out the wrong city and people will look at me like I just grew nine heads or something.
~Secrets of A Star~
Amanda: This is the end of Chapter 1. Hope you enjoyed it and please R&R. Constructive criticism will be respected but no flames. Thank you.
Kira: Remember to look out for the next chapter which will be coming shortly and for my other story 'Secrets of the Heart', I'm afraid I have to put it on Hiatus while I try to come up with ideas. But rest assured that this story will be finished till the end. If it isn't, you all can come to my house and kill me.
Antonia: The song and Mikan's outfit is on my profile. Check it out
