Hello my lovely ladies and gentleman!:) How are all of your lives? Okay, I now what your all thinking. WHERE THE HECK DID SHE GO. DID SHE DIE. WHAT ABOUT THE STORY. SHE NEEDS TO UPDATE. Im here to personally tell you. Im no dead. Just an awful person who hasn't had time for Fan-fiction I will work harder to get on here for you guys. P.S A new chapter for love and fame is in the works. Should be up online by Wednesday night at the latest. Forgive me? Here's my newest chapter! Enjoy!

(Ally)

Have you ever had a decision to make, where you just can't seem to decide? You honestly cannot come to a conclusion. It's absolutely mediate.

That's my life right now. An endless blur of confusion and disorientation. But I can't blame anyone else for this. It's entirely my fault.

My first mistake was even considering this. How am I supposed to get along with Austin Moon? He is a two faced, prissy, underachieving pop star. I'm a confident, yet shy songwriter who not only let's people know what she's feeling, but also keeps her deepest feelings hid in a book. We didn't get along. We didn't want to get along. We are never going to get along.

But, my biggest mistake took place after my phone call with Katie. I asked Trish for help.

"Well, DUH!" She screeched over the phone. I sighed loudly and shifted by head so it was dangling of my bed. I can already feel the headache coming. "But Trish, would you just put yourself in my shoes for one minute? You may be a big fan, but you know I'm not. I'm just not sure what will happen if I accept. I could get sent to prison for practically slaughtering a celebrity." Even though I felt this statement had some truth in it, we both started cracking up.

"Ally," She stated, after we had quieted down. "Maybe It's time you let go if your grudge. So what he was rude to you? You were rude right back. And you really want to know my opinion? I say go for it. You're the bigger person in this set up. Just bear through a week, and your that much closer to your dreams." She offered. I took what she said into perspective.

She is right. I was rude right back to him. That doesn't mean he's still not a jerk, But that makes me a jerk too. I took a moment to weigh my choices.

"Your right Trish. Maybe it's time I grow up, and go out of my comfort zone. Besides, it's not like we really have to be friends. No matter what happens, I'm guaranteed to still hate him. But if I want to live my dream, I need to work for it. Even if that means doing the one thing I can't stand. I'm not saying it's a yes, but that definitely helped. Thank you." I whispered, carrying a weak smile.

"You're welcome. Isn't that what friends are for? And guess what? If you do end up saying yes, I'm not even going to ask if I can meet him." She firmly stated. I lifted my eyebrows at this remark. "Are you serious? I don't believe you." I threw at her. "What?" She gasped, pretending to sound offended by my comment. "Fine then." She said with fake anger. I couldn't help but smile.

That's my best friend everyone. "Hey, I have some important things to do." I replied, knowing she already knew what I needed to go do. "Alright. Good luck." I thanked her, and silently slide my phone shut. I take a quick glance at my alarm clock, only to realize that I only have 20 minutes. With my phone clutched tensely to one side, I slowly maneuvered myself past my bathroom, and out my bedroom door.

I'm pacing. I've being doing so for the last 5 minutes. The hard wood floor of my second floor kitchen is sleek and waxy. It's tingling under my feet as I walk swiftly from my glassy granite island to my French door Samsung fridge. Back and forth. Back and forth. I have a dilemma on my hands. Never before have I been so violently at war with myself.

Should I call? No. Do I want to? Yes. Do I have to agree? Nobody's forcing me. But do I need that money? Desperately.

So for now, I pace. I pause for a moment, and let my eyes graze the window by the Jenna aire in the corner of the room. The sun is silently setting over the grand buildings near the city. In one swift movement, I wrap my sweater completely around me, and shiver from the piercing sting of the cold. I can tell my time is almost upThe dusk is setting in and the twilight is dimming more each second.

Katie's words are pounding in my head. "Oh but da-cor darling. You have until tonight. Don't forget it." Forget it?

As if.

It's strange, because I had somehow been able to fix my habit of hair chewing last year, but I had an immediate longing to stick my layers into my mouth and naw away. I resist the urge, and I do my best to keep breathing steadily.

Should I call? I don't have much time to contemplate the answer. As I walk around my kitchen, I come across the extensive, but beautiful engraved mirror Trish had purchased for me on my 17th birthday. She had added her own special message onto the base of it. "Ally, whenever you are having a hard time, remember to look into this mirror. Always remember. You're amazing inside an out! Thanks for always putting up with me! I love you! –Trish" I gave myself a reassuring smile, as I remind myself of my luck, to have a friend like her.

But I'm suddenly snapped back to reality. Phone call. Right. I'm not sure if I'm shivering from the cold or the tense state I'm enveloped in. Either way, this is the moment. I pull out my phone, and with hesitance, I dial Katie's number.

She answers on the first ring, as if she were waiting by the phone for my call. I heard talking. At first I thought it was too me, but it was too someone else. Maybe she butt answered me? I was going to hang up, but my inquiring mind stopped me. Feeling guilty, yet engaged, I listened in.

"Êtes-vous sûr que ce soit une bonne idée? Et si elle dit non? Notre plan d'ensemble pourrait tomber à travers." I couldn't interpret the fluent French she was speaking. Not knowing what she expressing, I gave up. Secretly, I ended the call, and punched in the phone number a second time.

This time around, it took three rings before she answered. "Allyson! I've been hoping you would call. I was beginning to think you weren't going to at all! But here we are. Fantastique!" She blissfully sounded.

One part of me, the frilly, goody two-shoes, innocent Allyson, almost smiled. I love making people happy. Even if it was a person just using me to help a celebrity. Happy is happy isn't it? Im a people pleaser. What can I say?

But the other part of me, rebellious, free speaking, and self-confident Ally wasn't going to give in just yet.

"Yeah I called. So here's the deal." I boldly stated. Gathering all the grit I still maintained, I continued. "Ive been working to get into the music school of my dreams, basically my whole life. Music University of New York City. Im sure you've heard of it." I declared. Not sure if she was going to reply, I hurried to continue my sentence.

"If I help you with your little "Publicity" fiasco, you need to do me this favor in return." And with an abrupt flare of courage, I spit it out. "You have to pay for my admission. Full ride. If you do that for me, I will do this for you."

I could feel my hand traveling upward, and within seconds I could feel my frail hands covering my mouth.

What. Just. Happened.

Did I just…What if she…that means that…Oh no.

A longer pause was taken across the line before a thrilled screech interrupted by frantic breakdown. "Of course! Of course! Voilà de bonnes nouvelles! Incroyable! That can most definitely be arranged. So, I assume this is it. We have deal?" She questioned me urgently.

I reclined into my cantilever and sighed deeply. "This is it." I silently urge myself. Nervously fidgeting with my fingers, I took a deep breath. "Yes. But let me get these things straight. We don't have to actually be friends, right? It's all just an act. And I don't have to be nice to him off camera?" I inquired of her. She almost laughed. "Yes, yes. But in public, that's the real show now isn't it?" I cringe.

Friends with Austin. Eck.

"Please be at the Star Records Main Frame in Miami at precisely 2:00 on Friday, June 4th." I should be concentrating on the instructions, but I'm immobilized in my thoughts. June 4th. That's in…TWO DAYS? Why so soon? I need time to gather my sanity, before Austin murders it.

"Why so soon? I mean, that's a bit hasty isn't it?" I argue. "The sooner the better. This needs to happen now." She commands before I can continue. My eyebrows furrow in defeat. I couldn't take another minute of talking to this woman.

"Fine. I'll be there. Now, if you'll accuse me, I have things I need to attend to." I falsely confess, knowing I have nothing better to do. "Alright. You need to be there! Don't forget. Rendez-vous vendredi! Goodbye!" And with that, she vanished of the line.

My mind is blank. I feel nothing, yet I feel every emotion there is. (A/N: Im sure most of us have felt this way before, one time or another. It's a weird feeling.)

I can't take this anymore. I quickly rise from my position sitting in the kitchen chair, and hastily shuffle towards the stairs that lead downstairs.

Tiptoeing past my dad's office, I clasp my keys off the Island, cautiously unhook my tan raincoat from the mudroom, before slipping out the back door and into the drizzly towards the garage, I unlock my phone to read the time. 10:30 p.m. "He's still awake. He has to be." I assure my self, as I snap the car door closed and bring the engine to life. I send him a quick warning text, to signal I was heading over.

I needed to talk to a friend. I needed to get this whole thing out of my system. I just needed someone. And I knew exactly who.

With a last peek at my house, diminishing into the night, I drove away.

There you have it folks. A bit of a cliff hanger, I know. Where is Ally going? Who is she going to talk to? All in good time my children. All in good time. You will know soon enough!

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