Now I know that I said this was based on the show 'Instant Star' but there were some differences. That being said, there will be a few times where the chapters follow really close to the show and there will be chapters that are polar opposites from the show. This chapter is loosely based on the first episode, some things are the same, some are way different. I already plan on using a few lines and plots for certain chapters. I did use a quote from the show and in the future I might do it some more, so if you've seen the show you will know what I'm talking about, if not well then hey it's all new to you! :)

'Am I insane? Did I go crazy?' These were my first thoughts after meeting my new producer.

Earlier in the Day

I walk into the Ace Major Studios with Andre, Liss, and Mason following right behind me. The first person I found was Sonya.

"Hi, do you know where I'm supposed to go?" I asked slightly lost. There were people bustling around every which way, phone's going off, and not a single sign to show you where to go.

"Ah welcome to life in the music industry. People everywhere, chaos and seemingly no help," she laughed. "You're actually supposed to come to my office so I'll show you where that is. Stan doesn't really run things as much as he likes to think he does and spends most of his time away from here, thank God. So I'll be in charge of everything involving you. I'll make sure you're well taken care of." She then walked off I'm assuming towards her office so I pulled Andre's shirt to get him to stop checking out all the ladies and followed. When we got there she sat behind her desk and made a gesture for us to sit as well.

"Now, I see that Andre is technically your legal guardian so we'll need his signature on a few things along with yours. Then you will meet your producer and you two will discuss time tables and where to go from there."

After about 20 minutes of filling out paperwork and making sure everything was good, she stood up.

"Well lets go meet your new producer."

"Awesome, who is it?"

"Well we decided to put you with someone that we think will really help you out and who will be best for you. So we decided to put you with Dimitri!" she said excitedly. We were all still just standing in her office. My first instinct was to laugh but when I did I saw she was serious.

"Wait you're serious? Why do you think WE would be good together? He's so pop and I'm not!"

"He's not what you think, just try it," she said.

"But like I said he's pop and plus it's DIMKA, from the 90's boyband! What about someone like Alberta?"

"First off Alberta's busy, secondly I'm not happy about this either, and third NEVER call me that again!" Interrupted a voice from the doorway. I peaked back only to confirm my thoughts, Dimitri was there in all his glory glaring holes at my head. My first thought was to shy away at getting caught but after hearing his remark I kind of got pissed.

"Hey you should be glad to work with me!" I smarted off sarcastically.

"Oh right because anybody would be thrilled to work with you princess," he said just as sarcastic. I turned towards Sonya.

"I'm not thinking this is a very good idea here,"

"Oh just get in the studio and show me what you've got. You can complain later princess," intruded Dimitri again.

"I AM NOT A PRINCESS so QUIT calling me that!" I said turning back to face him. I gave him one of my hardest glares but he just laughed, turned around and walked away.

"Just give him a chance please Rose? Like he said Alberta's booked and I really think if you can get along, you two would be really good for each other."

"Fine, but if it doesn't work can I change producers?"

"If it doesn't work, then we'll talk for now lets get to the studio, he can be a little demanding of his artists." About then the devil himself showed up at the doorway again.

"Can you hurry up PRINCESS, time is money," then he was gone again. I turned towards the others. Lissa gave a sympathetic shrug, Andre looked kind of pissed, and Mase came and put his arm around me.

"Hey don't let him get to you, just go sing one of your songs and blow him away."

"Thanks Mase," I said following Sonya out the door towards the studio. When I got there, Dimitri was already sitting at the sound board and pointed to the adjoining room where everything was recorded. I went in grabbed my guitar and sat at the stool in front of the mic. I started to play and only got about three lines in before Dimitri cut me off.

"Wanna stop? You're hurting my ears,"

"Well maybe that was the point?" I smarted off.

"Hey Rose, we need to get going if we're going to make it to school in time, plus you still and Liss still need to change," interrupted Andre. I looked at my watch.

"Oh shoot, you're right!" I said quickly putting my guitar in its case and grabbing my bag. We hurriedly exited and got in the car.

"Wow, he's such an ass!" I exclaimed as soon as we were in the car.

"Right?" Said Mason.

"Guys he's not that bad, maybe you should just quit smarting off so much and he won't be as mean. I mean the first thing he heard from you today was an insult," said Lissa.

"You are right but still why on earth did anyone think we would be good together?" I asked, everyone else just shrugged. We kept up random chatter till we got back to our house. Mason was our neighbor. Liss and I ran upstairs to change. I unfortunately was a cheerleader thanks to Lissa, and we had a pep rally today meaning I had to wear my cheer sweats. I know you'd probably think being a cheerleader would make mean I was a lot peppier and mean I'd have a better attitude, but I hated being a cheerleader, the only reason why I was one, is because of Liss.

We got dressed and headed to school, people kept staring but other than that it was pretty much a normal day, including the evil glares from the popular girls. They of course hate me because all of the guys love me, but the guys only love me because I'm what some would call hot. I know that's obnoxious of me, but it's also what I'm constantly told by all the jocks attempting to grab my ass. I admit, I am a little short standing at 5' 4" but, I do have a pretty busty chest and curves in all the right places.

Anyways the day went by fairly normal, some people attempted to try and be my friend now that I'm "famous" but I quickly put that to an end. Finally, the day was over, the pep rally just finished and me and Lissa were walking outside towards the parking lot when I spotted a really obnoxious Blue Ferrari parked across the street. Standing beside said Ferrari was of course the last person on earth that I wanted to see right now, Dimitri Belikov. I stopped in my tracks, making Lissa run into me. Dimitri raised an eyebrow and looked me up and down, no doubt surprised that I was in a cheerleader outfit. I turned towards Lissa.

"I'll catch you later, tell Mase I don't need a ride today please," I told her. She gave me a questioning look before looking over my shoulder at what I had been looking at.

"Are you sure it's safe?" she questioned.

"I promise I will try my best not to kill him and attempt to hear him out before I smart off."

"Ok. See you later." She said before continuing on to the parking lot. I walked over to where Dimitri was.

"What are you doing here?" I asked when I reached him.

"Well hello to you too," he said sarcastically.

"Seriously, why are you here?"

"Well you got a gig this Friday so of course I have to help you get ready. I figured this time we could go somewhere you won't bail on me again. Got any ideas?"

"Actually I know the perfect place." I said going to the other side of the car and opening the door. I threw my bag in the backseat and looked up at him. "Aren't you coming?"

"Yep, Nice outfit by the way," he said with a chuckle.

"Shut up, I'm ATTEMPTING to be nice here, so don't ruin it."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he said putting the car in gear, then drove off. I told him directions on how to get there. It was hilarious watching his jaw drop when he saw the place.

"You can't be serious? I am not parking my car here!" I had taken him to an abandoned part of the town, hardly anyone ever came here except for me.

"Oh relax Belikov, it's not that bad. Nobody even enters this area so you don't have to worry about it."

"You seriously want to work on your music HERE?" he questioned looking at me as if I was crazy.

"Well not here exactly," I trailed.

"Ok then why am I parking here?" I got out grabbed the guitar from the backseat, and waited for him to do the same. Then I started to walk to the side of the building.

"Seriously, where are we going?" I turned around and looked at him he hadn't budged a single inch, in fact his hand was still on the door handle from when he shut it. I didn't say anything but pointed towards the roof of the building in front of us. It was about 12 stories high, but it definitely kept you in shape.

"Really?" He asked.

"Oh relax comrade. Can you just shut up and follow me? I believe I was already told once today, 'Time is Money'." I laughed quoting him from earlier. I turned around and started towards the steps again.

"If anything happens to me or my car, you owe me, BIG TIME," he muttered loudly. I heard the car lock and him start heading my way. I just laughed and started climbing the steps.

When we finally got to the top of the stairs I went and sat on the concrete slab that I usually played on. Dimitri immediately walked to the edge and his jaw dropped just a little.

"Beautiful isn't it?" I asked. From this rooftop, you could almost look over the entire city, without hearing all the loud chaos of it.

"How'd you find it?" he asked.

"A few years ago I wanted to get away and clear my head, next thing I knew I was lost and wound up in front of this building. I decided to come up here and see if I could find my way back home, " I said omitting the part that it was after my parents death and that I ended up spending the night on this roof, because I couldn't bear to go back home. "After that I started coming here to think, write, clear my head. It's my own little escape where no one bothers me."

"Wow, who else knows about it?"

"Just you," at that he gave me a questioning look as if to say 'why bring me then?' "I figured if we were going to work on music then where best to do it. This is the spot where I've created some of my best stuff."

"Hopefully not that crap I heard this morning?" he asked.

"It was not crap! It was good."

"Good? Do you want to make good music or do you want to make great music?"

"Great music."

"Ok well that's where I come in. I tell you if something's crap, like that song, or if it's something we can work on and make 'great'"

"Where do we start?" I asked trying to be nice.

"First where do you get your inspiration for your lyrics?"

"My life," I laughed. He raised his eyebrows as if he didn't believe me. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's just…well I really can't see your perfect little life giving you much inspiration to make great music,"

"My perfect little life? Really?"

"Oh come on can you blame me? You're a cheerleader, I'm sure you're daddy's little princess and never had to work for anything in your life, not that that is a bad thing, just not very inspirational for great music," he said bluntly.

"Ok first off, I'm only a cheerleader for my best friend Lissa. Second, yea I WAS Daddy's little princess, until him and my mom DIED when I was 11. Third, I've been working since I was 15, I only recently quit when I entered this stupid contest. Next time before you go judging someone, learn the facts first," I said before heading back towards the stairs.

"Rose wait!" he called after me. I stopped and turned around towards him.

"Why so you can judge me some more? No thank you. I'll tell Sonya that this just didn't work out." I started for the stairs again but, the next thing I know he's beside me grabbing onto my arm.

"Look I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, and I definitely should not have judged you so easily, if you want to hate me you can but, you have a performance in two days and you need a song that's perfected and ready to go. So can we just work on this song? After if you still want to tell Sonya it didn't work out then go ahead." I looked at him and I could tell he was sincere so I decided to give him one last chance.

"Fine, but this is your last chance. Screw up again and I'm gone, I don't care if there is a performance."

"Thank you," he said

"So I ask again 'Am I insane? DID I go Crazy? I must have"