Again, my sincere apologies for the horrible rhyming. Clearly I'm no Dr. Seuss.

Two:

Hiding The Truth Is A Little Uncouth.

I took a deep breath and peeled myself from the limousine's interior. "Please don't let them know, please don't let them know." I kept chanting over and over as my mantra and my silent plea that the boys of JONAS wouldn't recognise me. (Although I had the sinking feeling one already had me figured out) I smoothed out my shirt and ran my fingers through my wig. Again. This wasn't something I usually did, actually, it was a -recently acquired- nervous habit. "Please don't let them know, please don't let them know." I walked through the lot, past the 'Sonny With A Chance' set, gaining a smile from Sterling who was walking in. Maybe I could just go guest star on that? I mean, who needs JONAS when I could be on a comedy show about a comedy show-right? My speed decreased (but somehow my heart rate didn't quite get that message and decided to do the opposite) as I walked past the 'Wizards Of Waverly Place' set and waved as I watched three young girls get their pictures taken with the cast. Finally I had slowed to a saunter as I made my way past the last set before I'd be at my destination. The 'Scrubs'/'Desperate Housewives' set. It was completely vacant.

Oh! Click! Idea!

I could hide out dressed head-to-toe in scrubs in the fake bushes of Wisteria Lane! Perfect!

You know, I think I might have actually done that. If it wasn't for;

"Melody, hi! Right this way!"

Some woman in a black suit ushering me faster than I wanted to go towards the final set.

The disaster waiting to happen.

"Please don't let them know." I begged one more time before the doors flung open and suddenly three sets of eyes looked up from three scripts -no, wait, make that two scripts and a very worn out notebook- and suddenly there was three smiles to accompany them. "You must be Melody." Joe's voice almost sang. "We've heard lots about you. It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance." I tried to smile. That didn't really sound like Joe. Suddenly he let out a random laugh. "See, Nick, I told ya that sounded too formal!" Nick rolled his eyes and looked back down to his notebook, his pen tapping rhythmically off the pages. "Girl, was sup, I'm Joe!" He put on a 'from the hood' voice, bounded over and grabbed me in a big bear hug. Ah, there's Joe. "Mmm! You smell like … Summer!" He exclaimed, sniffing my shoulder. Truth is that anyone else would have been terrified or weirded out by Joe's first impression. This was something I dealt with on a regular basis. "It's my perfume." I started. "It's-"

"Fantasy by Britney Spears," Nick told us, not looking up from his notebook. "Macy uses the same one." Kevin let out a little laugh, earning a glare from Nick. Joe continued to hug me. What I'd like to know is why Nick knew what perfume I -well, Macy- wears. I mean, I'm the apparent, ostensible stalker in our relationship, not him.

"So, Melody," Kevin started. "Have you seen the show? Do you know what it's about?" Of course I've seen the show Kevin. I've watched it with you for crying out loud. Still, if Kevin was willing to play dumb, then by all means…

"Yeah, I've seen it a few times. It's funny. Rockstar, secret agents. Clever. Amusing. Different."

Joe's arm was still tangled around my waist. I felt like telling him that if he continued on this road of womanizing he'd never get his chance with Stells. But I stopped myself. After all, Melody has never met Stella. "So…Nick…" The youngest Lucas's head snapped up and his eyes locked with mine.

Weak knees.

Weak knees.

Breath.

Focus on anything but the weak knees.

"You writing a song?" I managed to choke. Maybe I'd been playing the 'fan girl' for too long. Yeah, that was it. I was still in 'Macy' mode. Time for a character switch. And it didn't help that I was freaking out internally either.

"Yeah, and it's driving me insane." He glanced back at the sheet momentarily before his eyes met mine again. "Have we met before?" He asked, his brow furrowing. "Yeah," Joe nodded, his arm moving from my waist to my side so he could turn me around to face him. "You look really familiar."

Oh god. This was it. They were going to figure it out. Heck, I might as well just tell them and spare myself the agony. In fact, thinking about it, Kevin probably already told them and they're in the midst of playing some kind of mind game. "No," Kevin started, sending me a wink that was only barely noticeable. "I think we've just grown so accustomed to seeing Mel's performances and merchandise that we feel as though we know her but we don't." At this moment in time I silently thanked God for Kevin Lucas. Hero of my nightmare. Joe shrugged and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "Well, Mel, it's good to have you here. You'll be playing yourself,"

Myself. Haha. Funny.

"And you get kidnapped by our arch nemesis Dr. Harvey Fleischman, and we have to rescue you. But you end up rescuing us…it's all in the script." He beamed.

Nick let out a frustrated sigh and suddenly I found myself tearing myself from Joe and walking towards the perturbed lyricist. "What's wrong?" I asked. Nick itched his curly hair with his pen. Well, that's one thing we had in common. Whenever I'm finding it hard to write a song I usually scratch my head with whatever I'm writing with. "I have nothing to rhyme with dangerous." His brow furrowed.

"Sing me the line." I told him. "You're writing a song about me?!" Joe bounded over. "No Danger, I'm writing a song about the stupid things people do without realising they're stupid until it's too late." Joe's expression became deflated. "C'mon Joe, I'll write a song about you." Kevin said, dragging Joe away. "And bears in bikinis!"

Nick rolled his eyes. "For once, I'd like to write something other than; I love you, you're perfect."

"Now change." I added, laughing. He cocked an eyebrow. "I love you, you're perfect, now change?" He gave me a half smile. (Which is a lot in Nick world.) "So c'mon. Sing me your masterpiece." I nudged him. "It's anything but." Something in his tone made me almost believe it. But when Nick puts pen to paper…

There's no telling what may ensue!

No, there's no telling what.

But I'll give you a clue…

"C'mon Nick. Don't be a wuss." I taunted, playfully.

"Okay, but I'll just sing the start of the second verse. Because that's where I'm stuck" He nodded. I nodded, trying to suppress that little bit of Macy that wanted to freak out because she'd be the first to hear a bit of a new JONAS song. Keep it together Mace. It's just Nick. Pfft. Just Nick. Understatement of the millennium.

"Why, do we refuse to hang a light? When the streets are dangerous…" He sighed.

My brow furrowed, Macy instantly being replaced by Melody. "And it's a song about people not realising how things are until it's too late?" I asked, reiterating. He nodded. And suddenly it hit me. "Why does it take an accident, before the truth get through to us?" He smiled -a proper smile this time- and I swear I felt my heart go into overdrive. If this is what dying felt like, I'd dye happy.

"That's perfect!" He scribbled it down and then began singing another line. It sounded different. A chorus perhaps. "Cages or wings, which do you prefer? Ask the birds…" I smiled and he took that as my seal of approval and quickly added it to the page. He then looked back up at me. Oh, my turn…right… I bit my lip as I waited for inspiration. "Uh…fear or love baby? Don't say the answer…actions speak louder than words…" I tired, earning another smile and more scribbles.

I officially like this game.

Or at least I did.

Until that suit woman came back.

"Nick, no time for writing songs. How many times have we been through this? Rehearsals, come on, let's go. Let's go. Let's go." She moved her hand in a swaying motion to intimidate us into moving faster.

"I like your lyrics," Nick told me. "Help me again tomorrow?"

Hum…maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.


E_COOKIES to anyone who can guess the song Nick and Macy are going to write. Oh and did you like my Seussical reference? I felt, seeing as I was being so Seuss-ish with my chapter titles-I might as well give reference to the big man himself. Or the Cat In The Hat at least. For those of you who don't know Seussical I suggest you check-check-check it out! It's so cute! Horton and JoJo = AWWWW. And I love The Cat In The Hat. (Starts singing Alone In The Universe).

So yeah, guess the song get an E_COOKIE. (Don't ask me how I give it to you but I'll find a way. I'll find a way.)

Great. Now I'm singing 'Drake and Josh'. Perfect.