A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Especially camirae and bintou10 who were so very sweet! So even though I didn't get 10 reviews I will give you this anyway. As a thank you note. Keep reading!

Alex rolled out of bed. It would be another long day.

"Don't you hate it when the days just never end, Dragon?"

She patted her pet beagle on the head, and sighed.

Dragon was named for her brother.

After her parents died in a tragic car accident, Alex and Justin were left magic-less, and hopeless. The two grew closer than ever, and after Justin got married Alex was forced to live on her own. He hadn't forgotten her though, as he bought her a small apartment a few blocks away from the recording studio – her second home.

She opened a card from him, lying inconspicuously on the table.

"Dear Alex,

Hope you are feeling all right.

Miranda and I are getting along swimmingly.

Watched you on the awards last night, great job Lex!

PS: Guess what? You are having a little niece soon.

She is going to be called Theresa after Mother Theresa.

Love, Justin"

Alex giggled as she read the card. Justin was the only 22 year old she knew that still used words like 'swimmingly'. As for the old-fashioned moniker for her soon-to-be niece, all she could do was hope for a better name if they had a second child.

"Silly, Dragon. I have work, darling." She gently tugged the red leash away from her puppy's mouth.

"Later, sweetie."

As she pulled on a pair of Super Skinny black jeans and a white long-sleeved ruffled blouse, she hummed along to her hit single, White Horse:

Say you're sorry

That face of an angel comes out

Just when you need it to

As I pace back and forth all this time

'Cause

I honestly believed in you

And just like always, Alex couldn't help but ache, when she thought about who the song was about. He occurred meaninglessly in everything she did, so try as she might, she could not rid her mind of him. It didn't help of course, that her hit singles were usually about him. Whatever, she reminded herself. Nate Gray was so last year. She was definitely over him. Or was she?

Brushing such irrelevant thoughts from her head, she slipped on a pair of black round-toe pumps, and picked up her yellow Marc Jacobs tote. Being famous, she could afford such commodities.

Honestly, Alex Russo would have paid a hell lot of her money to get her out of the crazy whirlwind no one on the outside saw. Still, she loved singing, oh, and the amazing fans. What she didn't love was Disney Channel recruiting her for a new TV serial, and her power-hungry manager saying yes.

"I swear he is so getting fired soon," she muttered and hailed a cab.

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"Mornin', Sarah." She dashed into the room, the air conditioning teasing and tossing a few strands of hair out of place, the dim light illuminating her flushed cheeks just slightly.

"People! Move it!" Sarah replied, locking the glass doors with a faint click. She turned, and smiled sheepishly at Alex. "The paps get worse every day don't they?"

Alex grimaced, and nodded, before moving to the back, ignoring the constant clicks and flashes of cameras through the glass panes.

"Miss R-R-Russo," her manager ran up to her. "Your appointment with the recording studio has been cancelled."

"Good morning John- wait. What?".

"Disney has directed you to set 3, at their filming block immediately for the promo shoot for 'The Girls, and Delaine requires you to contact Miss Torres.'"

Alex groaned. Gosh. Would the bloody manager actually keep track of all the shit he signed her up for? "Whatever John, just get me a cab."

"T-T-The limo is out the ba-"

"Thank you!" She sang, turning on her heels, and heading for the back door, cell phone pressed against ear.

".." She growled.