Nothing exciting happened after our first album debuted. Only, 15,000 albums were sold! We really needed to promote it, but we got some good news from Pim. Well, what she said was good news. Pim said that our band was wanted in a PG-13 movie that had a lot of Drama in it. Before I could refuse she said we were starting this Monday! Maybe having Pim as our manager wasn't such a good idea after all, should I have listened to Phil?

Well, I was writing my next and final song for my next album when Tia came up to me, "I want to make at least one song; I want it to go into this album!"

She was pretty demanding, but since I was so darn tired, I let her.

I walked outside in the chilly crisp air of September, many months had past since the debut of the album. I peered out of the tour bus, hoping paparazzis weren't around. I put on my pink wooly scarf and my long tan coat on and walked to Central Park of New York City. We were supposed to record our next album in a few days.

I walked around in the deserted park; orange and yellow leaves fell from the trees. Then a little girl about 6 years old in a purple jacket ran over to me with her mother yelling her name.

"Keely Teslow, right?" She asked.

I nodded.

"Can I have your autograph?" She held up a piece of paper and pen.

I wanted to hear those words come out of someone's mouth in years, but maybe not this time.

I smiled, and knelt down to her level. I took the paper and pen, "What's your name?"

The little girl beamed, "Virginia!"

"What a pretty name," I said while signing the paper; I gave it back to her when I was done.

I heard some screaming nearby, I ran towards it. I soon realized that there wasn't one person screaming, but millions of people screaming. I saw Phil mobbed by girls, he was struggling to sign papers while being hugged and tugged. Everyone now loved this mathematician; he came out as 3rd biggest heartthrob in Teen Magazine.

30 minutes later, the crowd still didn't die down, and paparazzis were in my face and I started seeing polka-dots. Then I felt someone's hand jerk me away and found myself running away from mobs and paparazzis.

A few minutes later, we lost them. Then we realized Phil and I were lost as well. I sighed, "Now what do we do?"

"Well, we can find our way out of here, or sit on our lazy butts on that bench," he pointed to the bench.

I sat down; I was too tired to walk after all the running.

It was beginning to get dark, and the golden sky was turning into a soft shade of dark blue. I could see Phil's breath, I looked over at him. He was looking up at the stars, he then looked at me. I turned away, but he just kept staring at me. I could feel his eyes on my cheek. I rubbed my hands together, looked down and hesitated before looking at him.

"You want to go now? It's getting dar…" Phil cut me off with a soft kiss, I think I saw someone walk by, but I shrugged it off. At least they didn't take any pictures. I wrapped my arms around Phil's neck. And after a few seconds, I broke away, smiled and walked off, even though I didn't know the way back.


The next day, I was drinking coffee in the street, on my way to Barnes and Noble. When I passed a magazine stand, I stopped by it and stared at the big bold headlines. Then I came across People Magazine, and what I saw made me want to throw up.

A/N: Cliffy! Muahahahahahaha! Toon in next week! Or in a few days to find out more!