No I am not Rowling, so I am not rich and famous, so I don't own nothing.

Rita and George apparated into a small office on the second floor of an apartment building. In front on the window there was a desk with two chairs in front of it and a big wheelie on behind it. Rita sat behind the desk and got out a quill and some parchment. "So Georgie boy, how do you like your new office?" Rita said excitedly.

George looked around, just a little bit concerned. He cleared his throat. "Well umm… it's very colourful." George replied a bit unsure of himself

"Mr. Weasley are you having second thoughts about your singing career, that's going to make both of us rich and famous?" Rita asked scornfully

George though about this for a minute. He had just left his twin brother hysterical on the floor of the shop that they had created together. Maybe that was a mistake, mum was never going to forgive him for that and dad was going to be so disappointed in him. What if he was turning into the next Percy? No, not Percy anyone but Percy. George shuddered. But then he thought of his recent dream of superstardom. George sat up straight. He was a lot chirpier at that thought. "No Rita, I am right into the idea of me being rich and famous, though I have had the satisfaction of being wealthy, from the shop you see. But to be famous around the world I have not been!" George said.

"Very good." Rita said as she clapped her hands together. "All I need to do is write to the recording studio to get you in for a session. Now why don't you go home and prepare?" Rita smiled

"I don't have a home anymore Rita." George replied sadly

"Then go stay at the Three Broomsticks. There's plenty of room there since You-Know-Who came back into the open."

"Okay then, see you later." George said happily as he left to get his bags.

George apparated into the Three Broomsticks. There old Tom was standing behind the bar cleaning. "Hello young sir." said happily "How can I help you today?"

"I was wondering id there was any rooms. Available, I think I will be needing to stay here for a few days."

"I thought you'd never ask, ever since You-Know-Who showed up again, most of my rooms have been empty. Damn the Dark Lord, I hate him so much, he's ruining my business ya know. So inconsiderate." The bartender yelled

"Ah, yeah shore, Damn the Dark Lord and all, can I have the key to the room?"

"Here ya go, room 27." Tom said as he chucked the keys to the red headed boy.

George sighed and levitated his bags up the stairs and into room 27. He put the bags down and sunk into a chair. "All I need to do now is wait." He laughed to himself. George rummaged through his bags and found a bottle of firewhiskey. He opened the bottle and started to drink, until he fell asleep by the magic fire.

George awoke the next day not knowing where he was and with a massive hang-over. He got up out of his chair and walked around half asleep. 'BANG!' "Bloody oath." George shouted grabbing his head. He had just walk straight into he mantle piece, then he walked backwards into the soft unspoilt bed. "That hurt." He muttered. George sat up still rubbing his head. "Why am I in the Three Broomsticks and not at home?" he asked himself. "And why did I get so drunk last night?" Something began to tap at the window. There he saw a black and white owl tapping at the window. He opened the window hoping that the owl would bring him a few answers. The owl flew in and gave him the letter. George opened it quickly. It Read:

To the wonderous Georgie Weasley, the next big thing on the WWN,

I have good news; I got you into the recording studio. Be there at three this afternoon. I've got a good feeling about this. Now dress to impress Georgie-boy, we need to impress these people; otherwise we're wasting our time. Why don't you go get some new robes, show that you're serious about this. And make them trendy, individual, I think we need to make you a trend setter. Yes trend setter. I hope you're not having second thoughts; I've put a lot of effort into this. Don't let me down George.

From your gorgeous manager,

Rita Skeeter

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that." George laughed to himself "I better get down to MadameMalkins right away, don't want to be late, do I now." George went to have a shower before he went down to Madame Malkins. Went he came out he saw that Errol, the Weasley family owl, was sitting at the open window. "Errol." George shouted "Good to see you mate, long time no see." Errol looked up at him like he was the biggest idiot to ever exist. George saw that there was a Howler tied to his leg, he undid it before it exploded. He took a deep breath and opened it.

"GEORGE WEASLEY!" the Howler screamed with his mother's voice. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR BROTHER, YOUR TWIN BROTHER? YOU'RE AS BAD AS PERCY, BETRAYING THE FAMILY LIKE THIS. I MEAN I HAVEN'T HEARD ANYONE SAY ANYTHING SO PURPOSTROUS. LEAVING YOUR BROTHER TO START A SINGING CAREER! HOW COULD YOU. FRED IS NOW HERE, CRYING HIS LITTLE HEART OUT, LEE, WHO'S MEANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND HAS TO RUN THE SHOP BY HIMSELF, BECAUSE FRED'S TOO UPSET. YOUR FATHER HASN'T SAID A WORD SINCE BILL TOLD US. AND CHARLIE AND RON HAVEN'T STOPPED LAUGHING SINCE THEY HEARD, SO MUCH THAT THEY HAVE GONE SILLY. LUCKILY FOR YOU BILL IS MORE FORGIVING AND FLEUR WANTS YOU TO SING AT THE WEDDING. YOU BETTER GO TO THAT BLOODY WEDDING; OTHERWISE, YOU HAVE NO FAMILY!"

George was a little shocked and horrified. His mum scarred him. "I better write a note back." He muttered.

To my dear family, He wrote

I am so sorry for all of the hurt that I have caused. I am truly sorry. To Fred, I will come back, when my career crashes and burns, until that happens, good luck brother. To Ron and Charlie, STOP LAUGHING AT ME YOU ASSHOLES! To mum and dad, please to compare me to Percy, I still love you. To Bill and Fleur, Yes I'm coming to the wedding and of course I'll sing. 'Til we meet again,

Cheerio, George

George finished and went to Madame Malkins shop to buy new robes.