"AND CUT! Great job today Isabella! We'll go ahead and run this through editing and then send you the clips." The man with the camera always called the shots during a photo shoot; so it's not like I could demand to see the pictures they had just taken of me. I guess it was really just a courtesy on their part.

I gave him a nod and a smile to show I heard him then drifted away to my changing area. I was doing a shoot for some magazine, I already had given an interview on how glorious my life is and talked about all of my "struggles" that got me to this point. My manager thought it would be good for publicity, so I went along with it. They had done the usual, right when I came in they handed me a change of clothes (a baby blue, cut off right above the knee dress with a sweet heart neckline, and a pair of white sandals). I was then rushed off to makeup where they curled my hair and added just "dabs" of makeup here and there because I had a "natural beauty". They then did the shoot in front of a white screen, who knew what they would to my background.

I sat in front of a mirror and closed my eyes as a lady came up to wash all the curls out of my hair, this would be one of the most relaxing parts of my day believe it or not.

'Once I'm done here I have meet up with my…'

"Hey there Izzy"

'Manager'

I Opened my blue eyes to see a twenty seven year old women with pixie cut blond hair and light green eyes. She was dressed casually in a pair of skinny jeans and loose black top.

"I'm so glad I caught you before you really got done changing. I thought we could go over all of our business now then go grab a relaxing meal at this little café I found." Her smile was always broad, and never really seemed to go away.

'There goes my relaxation for the day.'

"Sounds like an awesome plan!" I smiled at her before closing my eyes as the lady lowered my head and began running water over it. "I'm listening." I don't want this to take longer than I knew it would.

"Well let me just say the movie you finished up last week is sure to be a killer, no punt intended (The name of the movie IS killer). From what I saw of this shoot you looked glamorous, and the interview is already being printed up. The fans will eat this up, I mean really!" My eyes were still closed but from the way her voice sounded I guessed she was holding a copy of the interview I had had right before this photo shoot.

The lady was putting in some very sweet smelling shampoo, and the massaging was making my mind go numb. So I zoned out as she rambled about the interview.

"Is there anything else on my agenda for this month?" I peeked one eye opened and watched as she processed what I had asked. She wasn't slow, but when she got on a rant about something, i.e my interview, she had to really focus before answering questions. I smiled and let out a low giggle as I watched her pull out a bright orange planner book and flip through the pages.

I already know that I'll have a movie viewing to go to, somewhere in the U.S (It was some weird advertisement 'See the movie and have a chance to see an actress in it' thing), I would be getting paid to travel so that didn't bug me.

"They have decided on a place for you to go and view the movie!" I had closed my eyes again as water was again splashed over my head. The lady then gently pulled my head up and wrapped my hair in a towel. I gave a smile and a polite "thanks" before returning to my unscheduled, schedule meeting.

"Where is it?" I had turned my whole body towards her, and watched as her eyes darted from mine.

'What's wrong with her? She's usually happy to travel around the U.S' I thought with an unpleasant frown.

"It's nowhere special really, just some dorky little town." Her eyes were down cast as she began flipping through the orange book again.

'This is soo not good, why is she acting like this!'

"Clara. Tell me where I'll be traveling to in a week." My voice wasn't mean, but it also had an edge to it. She let out a quick breath and looked at me with pleading eyes.

Our eyes were locked, hers pleading that I don't make her and mine demanding to know.

"Uhm, Ms. Garcia-Shapiro? We need you in wardrobe." A man appeared to my left with a clip board in one hand and a walky-talky in the other. He had dark hair, green eyes and looked incredibly nervous.

I gave a death glare to my manager and then smiled sweetly to the man.

"I'll be right there." I hopped up, hair still in a towel, a followed the man to where I knew wardrobe would be. There I was greeted by the photographer and the lady that was in charge of my interview. They smiled, and I thanked them for this "amazing" opportunity. I was then gifted with some of new clothes, makeup, and some other stuff that they believed I would like. I didn't actually get handed it though, it had already been sent to my apartment.

Once they had left I quickly changed from the blue dress to what I had been wearing earlier, a white floral designed dress and brown flats. I was wearing an old necklace I had gotten for kwanza a few years ago and regular gold earrings. I let my waist length hair fall from the towel and brushed it a few times, but I let it air dry and just left it strait.

When I stepped from my dressing room Clara was standing there, bambeling about reservations and how we needed to leave. I didn't question her on where I would be traveling to until we were sitting at a secluded table in the café.

"This place is really a gem. I mean it's never too crowded and the food here is always amazing." She flashed me a broad smile as took a sip of my Ginger Ale.

"It must be to get so much praise from you." My voice was light, making it seem as though I had for gotten all about the trip.

"Oh no, you know me. I love everything! Well, except Zebras, but that doesn't matter." She laughed at some joke that was unknown to me.

'This place is nice, but I wish we could order something. I'm starving. I haven't eaten since supper last night.'

"Excuse me, have you decided what you would like?" A girl, about seventeen with a shaky voice asked.

'I guess she's the waiter?'

"I'll have a chicken sandwich, with everything besides tomatoes." I said as I handed the girl my now folded menu.

"I'll just have my usual Mendy." Clara smiled to the young girl, who gave weak smile in return before retreating to the doorway.

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment. I took in the room with white walls and various picture here and there. There was red trimming around the windows, and since we were on the second floor I could look down at people without them seeing me. The floors were wooden, which I loved.

"So Clara, I've been wondering something." She turned her eyes to me,

"And, uh, what is that Isabella?" I could tell she knew what I was about to ask by the way her she began to play with the napkin on the table.

"Where is it in the U.S that I'll be traveling to?" I leaned forward, resting my arms on the table.

"I guess you'll find out sooner or later." She took a deep breath, and I could feel dread blossoming in my stomach. I suddenly knew what she was about to say. I wanted to stop her, but it was too late. "The producer wants you to go to a city that is home to the worlds' two most prized architects." She was stalling, trying to make it better. "You're going home, back to Danville." I could feel my gut clench at the sound of that city.

(OK, the word count on the actual chapter is 1,470. I just though y'all should know. If you like you could review, ya know, if you want to. I have today off so I may post another chapter to this story and my other Phineas and Ferb story.

-Ibbson)