The chipmunks were hanging out in their dressing, before the show. They could hear an arguement in the next dressing room over.

"Vanessa! We can't hit low notes! We're chipmunks for cryin' out loud."Brittany's voice screamed.

"Sorry for not knowing that! I'm used to training Olivia!"Vanessa yellled back.

Olivia spoke up"Guys, please stop! We're stressed enough! Vanny, please be careful, if Ian heres this, he'll find away to turn me losing my singing voice on you, not him over-working me!"

Everyone was silent or a minute. Alvin, who was evesdropping, took interest in what Olivia was saying. Ian had overworked HER too? That couldn't be true, becuase from what he knew, Olivia grew up in Australia.

"Olivia, relax, Ma made sure that security guards keep Ian out! He won't treat you like that again."

"Better have!"Olivia's high pitched voice snapped, overly stressed.

"Alvin!"Simon grabbed the back of ALvin's hoody,"Quit spying!"

Alvin whinned"I wanna know what happened to Olivia. She doesn't like Ian for a reason. I wanna know what it is!"

Simon rolled his eyes,"Come on, sound check."

"Check check, done! Now lemme listen!"Alvin whinnied again, as Dave came in and began rushing them.

"Come on guys, if you want to do a sound check in front of millions, you'd better go even slower. "

"Brittany! You don't need that much lipgloss! MOVE IT!" A stage manager snapped, in a teasing, yet serious tone. She wasn't getting paid enough for this.

Olivia pinched her hair into it's barret and sighed. She, deep down, didn't want the girls to do fabulously. She knew what happened. They would get carried away with the glam and the glimmer of fame. Pulled into a deep spiral of never ending press following them around. She'd been forced down that road, and know, she planned to force the chipettes away from it.

"JEANETTE! Thats my tail!"

"I'm sorry Brittany. I just tripped."

Brittany looked at her brownhaired sister."Where are your glasses?"

Jeanette blinked for a second, and then stared back at her"Umm, ummm." She looked at what she had landed on. Plastic frames."Opps."

Vanessa bit her lip, and dug around in her Chanel bag. "Try these." She handed Jeanette a tiny container. One of the covers had a large green R on the front. "Contacts. You can't fall on them. I always come prepared."

"Bu-bu-bu."

"You don't have a choice! We are late! Lets go!"

"Bu-"

"Jeanette! Hurry up!"

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"Dave! Were's the model I picked to introduce us?" Alvin whined, looking around.

"She's not coming."

"Why?"

"She's not. I'm going to do it."

"But DAVE!"

"Alvin, don't push it."

"But WHY DAVE"

"Alvin!!!!"

"DAVEE!!!!"

"ALVIN!!!!" Dave finally snapped. This wasn't much pressure, but this was only the 9th time in the past hour Alvin had guestioned his athority. His arguing was interupted by a loudly sobbing preteen chipette.

"It's not fair!" Brittney sobbed. "He dumped me for IT! That no good, trampy, beSHEmoth!"

"Brittney, don't cry, it'll get better, you could do much better than that rodent." Eleanor encouraged.

"Eleanor, we're--" Jeanette murmured, whipping a black mascara smuge off of her shoulder, which her sister had been crying on.

"Shh!" Eleanor hissed. "Brittney, come on, you were so excited for tonight. There will be agents and press, and you know that their may be an even better boy in the audiance. Or on--"

"Don't DARE say on stage!" Brittney snapped, her personality returning to normal. "Don't even dare Eleanor!"

"She's right Brittney, come on. We'll get you some ice cream and cake later if it will make you feel better. It works--"

"In your novels, I know. Come on! Let's show that little rat what we're made of. And I'm not talking about Jeremy."

Author note: God, it's been a long time since I updated. A REALLY long time! Sorry bout that, anyone who actually reads this. I plan to update alot more over the next few, uh, well, however long it takes me to finish. I will get it finished! Please let me know how I can improve(things like errors, plotlines and amount of dialouge or most likely my problems. Thanks for reading the boring author note.