Cagalli's POV

I woke up and noticed two strong arms around me. I placed my hand tenderly on his, remembering our passionate night. I felt his hands rubbing gently on my bare skin and I realized I wasn't wearing anything but a sheet. My eyes opened, taking the harsh sunlight as a sudden wake up call. I noticed that I wasn't in my own bed, but rather a hotel room.

I shot up and to my utter shock, it wasn't Athrun beside me! His hair was orange! I don't know anyone with orange hair! He is a complete stranger!

"Aaaahhhhh! You get away from me, you pervert!" I threw the pillow at his face and made a break for my clothes, but they weren't anywhere to be found. I wrapped myself in a bed sheet and scrambled away from him.

He stood up, shocked by my sudden outbursts. "What's the matter?! You didn't have any complaints last night!" The sheet fell from his body, revealing that which I didn't want to see and I chucked the pillow at his member, to cover him.

I cowered into the bathroom floor and locked the door, harshly. I panicked looking for any phone or device to call downstairs for help. Nothing. To be expected from a bathroom. The drink must have been spiked! Athrun must be so worried! As I calmed down, just enough to think, I noticed a rather long pink hair slide against my arm. PINK?! I must be still wasted!

I turned to the mirror, to see that I was Meer. This is a nightmare. I just have to wake myself up and I will be back in Athrun's arms. I slapped myself hard and found that I nearly fell to the ground, but even after stabilizing myself, I was still Meer.

This can't be happening! Where am I? I can't be Meer! That isn't possible! I am just imagining it!

"Meer!" The man knocked on the door. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong? I don't know what I did to upset you."

"I need to make a call." I answered. "I will explain things later. But first, can you get dressed!"

"As you wish. Don't forget that your recording is in an hour." I heard some thumbling on the other side of the door.

Recording? Recording what? I got out of the bathroom and grabbed some clothes and put them on. They were so revealing, I may as well be wearing my underwear! I rushed to the phone and dialed Athrun's cell phone.

An eerie voice came through the speaker. "You need a country code to complete this call. Please try again."

I grunted in frustration, still not sure that this man can be trusted. "What is Orb's country code?!"

"I don't know anyone in Orb. I couldn't tell you. You won't find many Scandinavians who know it, either."

"But I have to get back there now!" I protested.

"You promised me that if I got you to your sister's wedding, you would sign the contract. You signed that contract. I own you. The only way that you are getting to Orb, is if we can convince the Orb scouts to grant us an international contract, which will allow you to travel through the many countries on tour." He explained in a calm manner, suggesting that he wasn't trying to control me, even if he said so.

Contract? This is really happening… I don't believe it. I am Meer. There has to be a way to reverse this. I have to explain things to Athrun. I don't know how he is going to take it. He must have everyone out looking for me and I am in a hotel room with a stranger from a foreign country. I didn't even know that Meer lived in Scandinavia. While it lasts, I need to make sure that I don't ruin Meer's reputation, nor her future. "What do I have to do?"

"Don't play dumb. You know what to do. Let's get over there before your record deal falls through."

Record deal?! I… I have to SING?! "I can't sing! Ask anyone! I will screw it up!"

"You are being ridiculous. Everyone knows you have a voice like an angel."

My face burned at the compliment, but also at the embarrassment that was sure to follow. "That isn't how I would describe it. You are making a huge mistake." I protested.

"That is enough. You can say what you want, but you are not getting out of it. Don't even try." He warned.

I have to listen to a guy, I just met, and I don't even know his name. This is insane!

I reluctantly followed him to a limo outside. A limo? I got in and tried to make myself ready for the ultimate humiliation that I was sure to experience. I couldn't even enjoy the limo ride, because all I thought about was my public funeral.

I looked out the window and couldn't recognize any of the surroundings. I shouldn't be that surprised. This is Scandinavia, after all.

The limo finally came to a halt and I saw many people outside, many with cameras and others, wearing shirts that said, 'I Meer Campbell'. As I exited the limo, I could hear them shout, "WE LOVE YOU, MEER! AAAHHHHH! MEER, CAN YOU SIGN MY CHEST!"

I tried to refocus myself. I wanted nothing more than to disappear into the sidewalk, but that wasn't happening any time soon. I thought about how the Prime Minister of Orb greeted the public and tried to copy that. Many pictures were being taken and I tried so desperately not to lose face. I had no idea that Meer had to go through this every day.

Once we were behind closed doors, I could finally breathe again. But that didn't last long, because I found myself behind soundproof glass with a microphone. This is really happening… yikes. What am I going to do?! What am I going to do?!

I heard the instruments play in the background. Even though I had never heard the tune, somehow the words flowed out of my mouth as if I had known it since I was little. The soft sound that came from my mouth helped me ease into it. I actually sounded pretty good. I mean… Meer sounds really good. I can sing. I really can sing.

One song after another and before too long, I was finished with the recordings.

The mystery man gave me a drink. How do I know it wasn't spiked? No way was I risking another chance to be bedded by this stranger, even if he did know Meer from before.

"No thank you." I pushed it away.

"What has gotten into you? You have been acting strange all morning."

"A lot happened in Orb. That is all." I dodged.

"Maybe you can tell me all about it later. Right now, we have to get you to make up." He herded me away from the studio and towards the adoring fans and limo.

"Make up?! For what?!" I panicked. Recording was one thing, but I didn't like where this was going.

I stood on a stage infront of thousands of screaming fans. They were flashing glow sticks and the background music started to play, like karaoke, only I was performing an original song, infront of millions.

I gulped and felt my blood run cold. I had a hard time finding the words, but slowly they started to flow more easily. As things continued, I was able to relax a bit more and try to act like the people on the music videos on TV. Not that I had watched many, so it was difficult to perform.

The fans loved me. I still didn't like all the attention, but being recognized wasn't all that bad.

The light show was mesmerizing. I wasn't the only one who thought that either. The fans were jumping up and down. When I got to a slow song, I was surprised at how quiet the audience got.

The adrenaline was pumping through my veins, but when it was all over, I was soaking in a hot tub in my presidential suit, at the hotel. Not alone, however. I couldn't possibly get that luxury.

I had to know his name. I assume that he is my agent and Meer's lover.

It wasn't as if I wanted to ruin her relationships. It was just very uncomfortable for me to be in a hot tub with anyone but Athrun. Even if we were wearing swim suits upon my insistence.

"You got through the day. You weren't half bad. I do expect a better performance tomorrow in Central Eurasia. I am glad that you can put your bad day behind you. You should get some extra sleep. Wouldn't want you to have another off day tomorrow."

"Yeah..." Somehow I don't think that is going to change much. I have to find a way to get in touch with Athrun.

He drew closer to me and I slowly retracted from him. "It is still early enough to have a bit of fun." He leaned in for a kiss.

"I am not in the mood right now." I made an excuse to buy myself more time. "I have things I need to sort out."

"Fine. I get the hint. You can't resist me forever, princess."

I knew that I had been getting very tired of my consistent routine, but I would give almost anything for things to be back to the way they were. I just want to be in my own bed, with Athrun holding me close and my children…

I felt tears well up in my eyes. What if I don't get to see them again…? What if I can't fix it and things don't go back to normal...?

"I have never seen you so depressed. What is the matter with you?" He drew closer but not in a physically driven way. He was expressing his concern. I realized that deep down, he cared about Meer.

"I think I am going to turn in early." I got out of the tub, covering myself. The bikini was way too flashy.

"I will be right there."

"No! I would really like my own bed tonight." I rejected it quickly.

"Come on, Meer. Was it really that bad? I thought you really enjoyed yourself."

"I am not into it right now." I didn't want to make an enemy out of Meer. But that didn't mean that I wouldn't enforce my boundaries. "Good night."