Author's Note:

Fizzie-Lizzie: you are right but this is how I was looking at it. WhenI have to make a decisionbu I don't want other people to really think I'm asking them their opinion I don't come right out and ask them.

Thetrouble....: You are so polite to say thanks each time. You are welcome.

MICHAEL:

She left the day after Thanksgiving which is the day the band was going on the Today show. They were doing a showcase of up and coming bands and we were starting the lineup.

They had us inside setting up when I saw Katie Couric. Mia and Lilly really didn't like her because she was too fake. Also, she was kind of rude in certain situations (during interviews with people she pushes buttons that will torture the guest).

We played two songs before they came over to interview us. Tony and I quickly slunk out of the way. We really didn't want to hear from our significant others about how we sold out and talked to that 'Tinkerbell on Speed'.

"You wait right there Mr. Moscovitz," Katie said, pulling me in front of the camera. "We cannot have the lead singer leave us hanging. You write all the songs, right?"

I nodded. "Yes I do."

"You wrote one on the album that is rumored to be about your fiancée Princess Amelia. True?"

I nodded.

"But you only started dating when?"

I sighed, "We started dating last spring. But we've known each other forever. She's Tony's wife's friend. My sister's friend," I clarified. "But I really want to keep that private. My relationship is something that the public seems to think is the only part of my life. In reality while it is the main priority, I still have this band. I think that this interview should gear more towards that."

Matt laughed a little and started asking the other guys questions while I stood more in the back strumming my guitar a little bit.

Men interviewing us were very different. They didn't ask me about Mia, although one took out the pictures of us from last year at the nude beach. "So in your courting of the princess you had to take out the big guns? I mean, this is a huuuge blurry mark," Conan pointed out.

I laughed a little, but we didn't do much more of an interview. They don't interview the music guests.

"Excuse me, Mr. O'Brien?" I asked after the taping.

The flaming red head turned, "Yeah?"

"Look, my fiancée is a huge fan. Could you sign something for her?"

"A princess is a fan of me?" he asked, surprised.

"Yeah. She is from New York so she grew up watching you when she was supposed to be asleep. We used to try to get into a taping but they were always when we had classes and stuff," I started, blabbering.

He laughed, "Sure, what do you want signed?" he asked, nodding to his assistant.

I only had my guitar in my hand so I handed that over. He quickly signed it and asked me if I thought Mia might want to come on the show ever. I told him I would ask her about it.

And so after we finished up the promotions a week later and we started doing rehearsals and looking at merchandise. We didn't have much merch because we aren't well known. We decided to stop selling our demo albums so that our early fans could have something just for them. We picked out a bright red shirt with our band name in bright yellow letters. The other shirt had all of our pictures on it. And the third shirt had part of the New York state symbol, the picture of 'Justice'.

We went out to dinner the night before we were flying out to California to do some more promotions. It was just me, Lilly, Tony, Lewis and Shameeka. I found myself staring at my sister. Something was wrong.

While the others chattered away about their own things I leaned to my sister, "What's going on? What's with the face?"

"What are you talking about?" she asked with a forced laugh.

"You sound stupid. What's wrong with you?"
She sighed and looked at Tony. Oh God. I hope they weren't fighting about the tour. He's mentioned she'd been weird about it. "Nothing."
"Are you coming with us on tour? Mia will be there."

"She will?"

"Yes."

"I won't. I have work and stuff…." she said, holding her stomach.

She was pregnant. She didn't want anyone to know, clearly, so I pretended to ignore the tummy holding. "Yeah."

"How is Mia going to go with you? Doesn't she have to work in Genovia?"

I gave her a look and then glanced away. "We have our own plans."

She knew I was lying, but didn't push, just like I didn't push her resistance to come on tour. "Well, I'm sure the plans will be...nice."

We were in the studio of The Tonight Show with Jay Leno when I saw her standing off to the side, talking to the band. "Hey there," I greeted, tapping her on the shoulder.

She turned her now raven black hair, "Hi Michael. I heard that you guys might be playing tonight."

"How have you been?"

"Well, my book on Mia came out two weeks ago so I'm doing a book tour. The book has already been put on the Best Seller's list. Everyone wants to know the dirt on her."

"The dirt?" I asked.

"Oh yeah. I mean, I have chapters just on you and her doing the little relationship dance."

"Relationship dance?" I asked.

"Geez, for a guy who got a perfect score on the SAT's you have a limited vocabulary."

"No, I just don't see how you can have any dirt on any 'relationship' dancing we did."

"I have my ways," she said with a wink.

I didn't like the sound of this. "And those are?"

"Take me to dinner after the show and I'll tell you," she said smiling.

So that would be why I was at Dolce with the newest big thing, Lucie Priestess. She sure did like showing off her body. She had a short shimmery skirt and a sheer top on. I think she expected me to be alone but she was sorely mistaken. I had Tony, Reggie, Nolan and Lewis with me

Nolan really liked the sheer shirt she wore; including the barely there bra she had on underneath.

"Oh, wow, I ask for one and they all come along," she said winking at Nolan who was quite obviously staring at her breasts.

"Well, it's not everyday that an authoress invites Moscovitz out," Nolan replied. He had his goal for the night, to sleep with Lucie.

"I only wrote a story about him and his princess," she said rolling her eyes. "And their undying love for one another."

"Aren't they just sickening?"

"You think that is sickening? You should have seen her with Joshua!"

Oh no. She is not going to talk to us about Mia and Joshua. He was a great guy, and I'm thankful that he was around to take care of her while I was off being a moron.

"Oh really?" Lewis asked with raised eyebrows.

"I mean, seriously, they started having sex when they were on that missionary trip…I guess they sure put that missionary to work!" she said with a laugh, sipping her wine. She had been divulging more and more as she drank

Tony looked at me worriedly. He was wondering how I was going to react. Honestly, I had no idea how to act. I mean, on the one hand I trusted Mia. On the other hand, Lucie actually knew Mia while she was with Joshua. On the other foot (I have no hands left), Mia being with Joshua and what they did together was none of my business. It was in the past. On the other foot, Lucie could very well be lying.

"And while she was dating all these losers she was still sleeping with Joshua. She was kind of mean to him a bit. I mean, it was obvious to nearly everyone else that he was in love with her but she totally ignored it. She played it off as just being friends. The only time she went after him for real was when I threatened to do something about it."

"Oh?" I asked, interested.

"Yeah. I told her I'd start screwing him and that there was nothing she could do about it. So then she stopped screwing him and started seriously dating him. The only snag was the whole his being against royalty thing-"
"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"You know the story don't you? How he took a paintball gun and attacked the Queen of England back…hmm, in two thousand four I think. Her grandmother almost didn't accept him."

I shrugged, "She never mentioned it." I looked at my watch, "I gotta go though. Mia and I promised to talk at midnight my time. Bye everyone."

MIA:

"Dad, I have put a lot of thought into this, please, don't interrupt me. I do not want to be the Princess of Genovia. I want to become Mia Moscovitz. I am going to first and foremost be Michael's wife and the mother of his children. Of our children, no I am not pregnant. I want to be a writer and a wife and a mother. Not a princess. I don't want to have to answer to people I have never, and will never, meet. I want to be a role model to my own children and to my little brother and sister. Not to girls who want to know the newest fashion," I said slowly. "So, what do you think?" I asked Javier.

My assistant smiled. "Good and clear. It will be sad that you will no longer be around. Who's pajama's will I put out?" he teased.

I smiled back, "Oh please Javier. You know you mean more to me than that. I'll make sure you have a good job."

"I will have no problem," he assured me, "Your friend Brock was talking to me about a job. I told him I'd get back to him. When are you going to tell your father?"

I sighed and fell onto my bed. "I dunno…I want to make sure his cancer is okay and he's healthy."

He gave me a weird look.

"What?" I asked, exasperated.

"He hasn't told you?" he replied, looking at me oddly.