A/N: Thanks to xSweetypiie and qwerty55 to reviewing the last, almost chapter. This is actually where the story starts!

Also, before you start. I have never been to LA, therefore have no idea what it is like or if this story is at all accurate. I am not American so most references to America stuff are made up and probably wrong. I don't mean to offend anyone by how harsh I'm being about LA, it is simply for the purpose of the story and the opinions are not my own but those of some people I have overheard/ seen on TV ect.

Finally I do not own HSM!

Enjoy!

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Gabriella's P.O.V!

16 January:

I felt like death warmed up this morning, my alarm decided to go off 5 times randomly last night, so I had like, no sleep, and it's far too hot over here, how the hell am I meant to sleep when it's 35 degree's (A/N: Celsius, I don't work in Fahrenheit!) outside. I don't know how all these Californians cope!

Anyhow, so my alarm goes off at 4:15, like it was meant to. Yes, 4:15. I'm on the early show with Ryan Seacrest, probably along with a host of other young, probably up themselves, stars, I didn't bother to check. I swear, LA is like show yourself off, rich only, hot people only, town. Everyone is for themselves and that's all, well except my friend's I've made here of course. And Taylor.

Breakfast consists of some Shooting Stars cereal (that cereal is the best thing ever!) covered in milk, 2 slices of toast, and some of my favourite yoghurt. What can I say, I eat a lot! A limo comes to pick me up. At 5am, where do they find the people to drive theses things at this hour? I could have driven myself. And of course they always arrive early, it's like a rule, and then it's "sorry I'm early Miss Montez, of course we do not need to leave until the arranged time". That makes you feel obliged to hurry, meaning I have to rush my yoghurt. I know that they'll be no food at the show, everyone is anorexic here. Not that I'm fat, because I'm really quite thin. Ok, really thin, but I eat, and I know that I'm thin. It seriously bugs me if people are like, "oh look at me, I'm so fat!" when they're obviously stick thin. If they do that I just tell that I know that they're not and I am thin and at least I eat, so if they want sympathy for having an eating disorder, they aren't getting it from me.

Ok, rant over. I get into the limo,and the driver won't stop talking to me. I know it sounds selfish, and that I'm feeling a bit showbiz-like, but it's 5am, seriously, shut up. Turns out all that he wanted is my autograph, why didn't he just ask for it? That's another thing about LA, it takes everyone about 3 days to get to the point. (Note the exaggeration!) If I'm doing an appearance, do I get asked, "are you and so-and-so dating?" , no. It'll be " I saw pictures of you and so-and-so..." seriously, GET TO THE POINT! It's insane.

So I'm in the car at 5:22am, loosing the will to live and feeling my eyes close, when I hear a bang on the window. 1 word. Paparazzi. At 5:22 in the morning, the MORNING! I can see the flashes of their camera's coming through the black out windows.

"Gabriella!"

"Gabi!" Who gave the permission to use my nick name?

"OMG, no make-up guys!" DUH, do I need to repeat the time?

Erg, well I do finally make it to KISS radio, and they, thank God drive me into the building before I get out of the car. I go into hair and make up precisely 1 hour 30 minutes after I woke up, and 15 minutes before I'm due on the show. It's a radio show, why do I need my hair and make up done, no one can see me. I make it just in time.

This interview would be tiring at the best of time. They began with the simple questions such as, "when is your new album out?" and "what's you favourite colour?", which are pretty brainless questions. They then however, decide to get out some leaked pictures of my 21st birthday party. Who would leak them?

"Now Gabriella, I hate to be intrusive, but these were seen last week." Ryan started, showing then to me. "You seem to be having quit a lot of fun."

"Yeah, it was a blast, I had all my friends and family around me!" I replied happily. I could have said "I was drunk, I don't even remember taking these pictures, so yes, I think that I had fun!" but that would have sent my publishers (yes, plural) up the wall.

"Ok, it was your 21st so any drinking?" He said, obviously not buying my answer.

"Well, it was my 21st, so I tried a bit. To be perfectly honest, it tasted kinda icky, so I stuck with soft drinks!" HA! Yeah right.

The interview ended at 9am and I was out of the building pretty soon. I went back home and back to bed.

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Taylor is having problems. She wants to go swimming. Normality's like that disappeared when we decided to keep this fame. I have a pool, why would we need to go swimming where there is probably papz. I don't understand her. Anyhow, I am now going to-

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I just bumped into the Ice Queen herself, Sharpay Evans, literally. I have a problem with bumping into people, must stop doing that. She screamed. Her mega, epic, Ice Queen scream, this attracted the papz. I HATE her. What is her problem? She's acting strange too, she didn't even try to talk to me and pretend that we were friends for the papz, she just walked away. Maybe she's coming to her senses. Ok, what am I thinking, she's probably just due on, but do plastic spastics like her even have periods. Now that would be a cool one to find out. Hmm. OMG! Why am I thinking this eww, I can barley cope with my own period let alone thinking of others. I'm such a grump when I'm on, you don't wanna cross me!

Now maybe I can go home, take a freakin' shower, remove however many layers of make-up they slapped onto me, and replace it with my own foundation and mascara only. Thank you very much. Humph.

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A/N: Don't you just love Gabi!?

I also need you to pay close attention to dates because I said NOTHING about CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER! If it gets confusing just say :D.

Peace...x