AN: I don't own either of the shows, nor any songs I choose to have them sing. : ) review! I decided to fast forward and make it easier :) Review please!

Fast Forward:

April 2009—2 months after the meeting with Daniel, the director.

Here Comes Goodbye

"I can't believe this!" Mitchie says sadly, hugging me tightly.

I smile sadly towards my best friend and reply, "Yeah, I know! I can't believe it either."

Confused? I thought so. See, during the meeting a couple weeks ago with all those fancy executives of Disney, they surprised us. Mitchie and I are both getting our own TV shows! It makes me happy and sad, all at once. Me and Mitchie are separating ways for the first time in like.. a long time.

While my show doesn't start airing for like months, Mitchie's show is going to start filming starting tomorrow. Her show is called Sonny With A Chance. Mitchie has let me read through some of the script and it's pretty hilarious.

Hard to believe, but they're forcing us to say goodbye. Well, we have to cause Mitchie's recording her show in LA, while I have to go record some songs for my new album.. in New York.

Sadly, this is goodbye.

The boys are standing off at a distance. They're staying in LA with Mitchie while I go all the way to flippin' New York, to record two or three measly songs. Ugh. Stupid New York. Apparently, Disney was feeling generous and decided to give Connect Three their own TV show, due to premier in May (less than a year away). Yet, my director decided I needed to record some songs for the show. Ugh. Daniel.

"Flight 238 to New York, Flight 238 to New York is loading" says the annoying speaker in the LA Airport.

I frown, pulling away from Mitchie.

"Why does New York have to be so far away?" I complain.

"I don't know, but you'll come back to LA as soon as you can, right?" Mitchie asks sadly.

I nod and hug her quickly. I walk over to the boys with a depressed look on my face.

"Aw Caitlyn! Group hug!" Jason announces, causing me to laugh quietly.

Everyone elopes me into a huge hug. We all pull away, and then I quickly hug Nate. He kisses the top of my head.

"Text me when you land, okay?" He asks quietly.

I nod with tears in my eyes. I don't want to leave him.

"Nate, I-" I start to say, but he pulls me in for another hug, whispering, "I love you".

I smile sadly and whisper it back.

"Last call for flight 238 to New York." The speaker announces.

Wordlessly, I pull away from my boyfriend (reluctantly, I might add) and pick up my luggage. Surprisingly, as I look around, paparazzi doesn't like to get up at 5:30 a.m. just to watch a celebrity hop on a plane to New York. It's still weird being noticed everywhere.

I walk towards my gate. I turn around and wave at my friends. They wave back with sad expressions on their faces, although Nate's face is the one that breaks my heart the most. This is basically the first time we've been apart since he was diagnosed with type one diabetes. I sigh as I turn back around to the flight attendant.

I hand her my ticket and turn to look at my friends one last time. They're still there, smiling at me. I smile back and then quickly walk away, knowing if I turn back again, I won't get on the plane.

2 ½ hours later..

I sigh for the millionth time. I miss Nate.

I open my script, smiling at the title of the show. My show. I squeal a little, then glance around the plane nervously. I laugh to myself; I forgot I was on a private jet.

2 ½ hours later..

I look out the window of my private plane, sadly smiling to myself as I unbuckle myself. I get off the plane with sunglasses on my face, the sun shining brightly in my face.

"Hello New York!" I whisper to myself, feeling the cold November air on my face.

When I'm in the limo, I send Nate a quick text:

Hey, I just arrived in New York. Missing you : )

I smile as I hit send and look out the window of the large limo. I really am missing him.

It's not long before I feel my phone vibrate in my lap. I smile as I read the text:

I love you, and just for the record.. I miss you more ; )

I sigh in content. And that's when my limo pulls up to the record studio. It's not like I don't like singing; I love it, but I didn't even sleep on my way to New York! I send Nate a quick goodbye and get out of the limo.

AN: Soo.. yeah. It was kinda short, but.. yeah. What's the name of Caitlyn's new tv show? Anyone have any suggestions?