"No!" I stormed out of the coffee shop, but Trish followed me, so I stopped. I knew she would have followed me all the way to my apartment and camped out on my doorstep until I talked to her.

"No, no, no, NO! Do I have to write it out on a piece of paper? I am NOT doing it!"

"But Ally," Trish whined, "Think of the chances it could offer you! You're a song writing nobody right now! If Austin likes your stuff, you can get famous!"

"Like, really famous," she added, when I didn't respond.

That was, strictly spoken, true. But I knew that wasn't why she was trying to talk me into this.

Trish had just told me that she got fired. She was no longer reporter for the low life gossip magazine. It had something to do with her job requiring her to actually be there, which just wasn't working for her.

But her leaving meant there was a sudden hole in the planning of her boss. He now had nobody to do the job Trish was going to do. So, obviously out of the goodness of her heart, she had offered up me to do it.

And her boss promised that he would let her go with a month's worth of pay if this would work out.

He was really desperate.

Normally, I would've taken the opportunity to hang out with a celebrity for a couple of days, writing a small story on how awesome they are after those days, and maybe getting in contact with their manager or agent or anyone who could help me out with getting my songs noticed.

Normally, I would've even loved to take the job. I would love to see how everything works backstage with a big show. I would love to watch the celebrity do their job, I would love to watch them interact with their fans.

Because that was a dream to me that would never become reality.

And if they were not nice, I would love to write an article about just how big of an ass they were.

Normally, I would have done it.

That means, if I hadn't ruined said celebrity's outfit, guitar, coffee and day just a couple of minutes ago.

"It doesn't matter, Trish. Did you not see what happened literally five minutes ago? He wouldn't even let me in. He would probably kick me out. Literally kick me. And I am NOT facing him, every again!" I had gotten into complete and utter hysteria by now.

But Trish wasn't listening.

"But Ally, come on! I couldn't know you would do that when I promised you would take my job! If you don't do it, I do not have money to eat for the rest of the month!"

Oh god, the puppy eyes appeared.

"If he kicks you out, then it is not my fault and my boss can't hold it against me! Please, Ally. This is what best friends are for."

Oh, the best friend card.

"I need you, okay. Please."

The I need you card.

She was really going all out, here.

I looked at her, pouting, and I knew that there was nothing else I could do. Damn me and my good heart.

"Oh for the love of god. Fine. I'll do it. But you owe me. Big time!"

"Yes!" Trish yelled, hugging me. I sighed.

Why did I have to be such a people pleaser?

I didn't sleep at all, that night. The knowledge that I would have to talk to Austin Moon tomorrow, the guy that almost punched me in the face today, was nearly enough to get me hyperventilating.

By the morning, I was ready for a mental hospital.

I was scheduled to spend the entire day following Austin around, taking notes while he was doing interviews and other pop star stuff.

I actually kind of hoped he would kick me out at first glance. I wasn't looking forward to spending almost an entire week with him.

He didn't really seem like a ray of sunshine.

Although I had to admit, being covered in coffee and pieces of your really expensive, limited edition, broken guitar sometimes did that to people.

I got dressed. Nice, but not overdone. I didn't want to seem too formal, but I didn't want to seem like a deluded teenage fan girl either. So I settled on a dress with nice cardigan and some wedges.

I never left my house without wedges or heels. I was really small, and a little insecure about my height.

The arrangement was that I'd meet Austin at his hotel, so that was where I was going. It was one of the nicest hotels in Miami, and walking into the lobby, I felt a little underdressed.

"You must be the reporter of People! Hello, I'm Mimi Moon. Call me Mimi. I'm Austin's mom and manager." The woman that approached me looked really nice. She was dressed in some jeans and a t-shirt, making me feel a little better about my choice of clothing.

"Hello, I'm Ally," I said softly, shaking her hand.

"Well, Ally, you look lovely. I was so scared the reporter would be some smelly old guy or something. That would not have been fun, since we're having you around for a week," Mimi chatted.

She took my hand, dragging me towards the elevator.

"Austin's just a little late. You will experience that quite a lot, in the following days. Let's go up to his hotel room. Maybe seeing you will put some spirit into him."

I bit my lip. I would definitely put something into Austin. But I wouldn't say spirit. I think pure fury would come closer to the truth.

We stopped on the third floor. Mimi was still chatting, about the weather and the magazine. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I honestly knew nothing about the magazine or anything she was saying about it, nor did I really care an awful lot.

"So here we are." Mimi stopped in front of one of the doors. She knocked.

"Austin? Open the door, sweetheart, the reporter is here!" The door opened. I braced myself for the scream of horror, but it wasn't the familiar blonde in the door opening.

"Hi Mimi. Austin's in the bathroom." The red head looked at me with a curious expression on his face. "Hi, you're pretty. I'm Dez."

I blushed. "Uhm, hi. I'm Ally."

"Ally? That's a cool name. Sounds kind of good together, Austin and Ally. Hey Austin, I have a surprise for you, your reporter is hot!"

Well, I was definitely a surprise for Austin.

The bathroom door opened slowly. I inhaled deeply, holding my breath.

There we go.

Austin stepped out. The room was silent. I fought the urge to close my eyes.

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me."