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As Robbie Ray closed the limo door he said "Hannah, Hip Hollywood Magazine somehow figured out when we'd be coming to the airport today so be ready to sign some autographs… and to introduce Omar to the public."

"Oh no!" Oliver yelped.

"What!" Lola exclaimed.

What if someone recognizes me! What if someone asks me about my music career? What if there are reporters and they don't believe me? What if…?"

"OMAR," Hannah said evenly yet loudly "BREATHE…EVERYTHING IS GOING TO WORK OUT JUST FINE. We've figured everything out. All you have to tell them is that you are a coffeehouse singer but you want to become a rock star. Your favorite coffeehouses to sing at are The Abbey, Down Beat Café, and 101 Coffee Shop. You met me at The Abbey and we've been friends ever since. And if they ask you something that doesn't fall in that area you can make something up or just dismiss it."

"But…well…okay." He finally said.

"Relax Omar," Lola said "Your not normally this much of a chicken. Just act macho. You're a rock star; you have to have at least a little flare!"

"Act like you did when you scored the last touchdown in the County Championship." Hannah suggested as the limo began to pull to a stop revealing the many faces of crazed fans waiting for their arrival. "Just be fun, be happy, maybe a little cocky. Be yourself."

Omar nodded and let out a shaky breath. Hannah realized that the reason he was so nervous was because he had never gone with her somewhere where he had to pretend he was someone else. He had always just been Oliver.

"Okay, you ready for the crowd?" Robbie Ray asked looking more at Omar than anyone else.

Roxie quickly rose from her seat in the comfy limo and got out to make sure everything was okay. Some other security guards from the airport were outside waiting to assist Roxie in protecting Hannah and her friends. She spoke to the guards for a couple minutes before finally opening the limo door and yelling "WE'RE CLEAR!"

As the threesome stepped out of the limo the density of the crowd suddenly became real to all of them. Hundreds, maybe even thousands were crowding the entrance of the airport. People were holding up huge posters, there were video cameras everywhere and constant flashes going off. Omar looked like he was going to die.

Hannah took his hand to get his attention and whispered "If you smile, the reporters think you have nothing to hide."

Omar smiled broadly, all his teeth showing. He saw a couple people cower away in fear.

Lily came up behind him and swiftly hit him on the shoulder "Not that big a smile, you donut!"

They were able to ditch some of the interviews but not all of them. One man from Teen Star magazine started to interview Hannah asking about her upcoming tour. "That must be really exciting going on your first international tour. It's coming pretty quickly isn't it?"

"Yes, I'm really excited about it. We're mainly going to different places in England and Australia. But we are going to Italy for one concert in between the two. The tour starts on the 10th of this month."

"That's only six days away, Right?"

"That's right." She replied as Lola and Omar came walking towards her.

"I see you're bringing your friends along with you. We all know Lola, but who is this guy?"

Omar's eyes got a little wider, but the smile never left his face. "I'm Omar O'Keefe."

"So, Hannah can you tell us a little bit about this Omar?"

"He's a coffeehouse singer right now. But as you can probably tell by his clothes, he wants to be a rock star." She answered "I met him at The Abbey down in Hollywood. He was pretty good. We somehow got to talking and he's been my friend ever since."

"Friends? Are you sure there's nothing more there?" He said eyeing them both disbelievingly.

"Positive. We're just friends." She replied looking at the reporter straight in the eye.

"Thank you very much for your time Hannah." He said shaking her hand.

"No Problem." She replied.

Once in the airport, security was able to Wisk them off into a special V.I.P. room where they could go through customs quickly and be able to wait for their flight.