That was it. Nothing else. No yelling at me to leave, no punches, nothing was being thrown at me. Just that one sentence, and silence.

I exhaled.

"Austin honey, this is Ally. She's the reporter." Mimi sounded cheery, but I heard the hidden warning in her voice.

Be nice to this girl, because she could possibly dent your career.

"Yeah. We've met," Austin deadpanned. He didn't actually look too angry. Just a little annoyed.

"Oh really? That's great, dear. Now, let's go to this radio show, shall we?" Mimi left the room. Dez followed her, but Austin stayed behind. Looking at me.

Judging me.

"Do you think you can hang around me without breaking too many instruments?" he said smirking. "Or bones. Mine, or yours, for that matter." He cocked his head to the left, making him look even more smug than the second before.

"Bad promotion, if my reporter kills herself while hanging out with me, you see."

"Oh," I sneered, "I will definitely try not to seriously injure myself while being in close proximity to you."

"Thanks. Now, let's go, we haven't got all day." He walked out of the hotel room and I followed.

I couldn't decide between being extremely annoyed because he was a brat or extremely grateful because he didn't tell his mom to sue me.

We had to leave through the back door, because some fans gathered around at the front.

"Normally, Austin tries to meet as many fans as possible, but we're already late," Mimi explained when we got in the car.

I nodded, and decided that if this week would be bearable at all, I had to explain to her how I wanted this to work.

"Listen, Mrs. Moon," I began, but she interrupted me.

"Mimi, dear, please."

"Mimi. Listen, I get that I'm a reporter, okay? But I'm not here with the intention to find something dirty on Austin, okay?"

I ignored Austin's snicker next to me.

"So just act like you normally do. Just be relaxed and natural. You don't have to explain Austin's every move, and you definitely don't have to justify anything to me."

She seemed almost relieved as she nodded. "Okay, that's great, dear. This is going to be a good week."

The snicker, again. And then softly, his voice.

"If she doesn't kill us all, that is."

It seemed like Austin's tactic to survive this week was ignoring me. Which, honestly, was fine with me. Dez and I made some small talk while the radio DJ took Austin through the questions he was about to ask.

I learned that this was standard, and was not, on the contrary to my believe, to make sure there weren't any embarrassing questions. It was to make sure the celebrity has their answers ready, so that there aren't any awkward pauses during the interview.

Quick and efficient, were the most important words. And I could tell Austin had done this a million times before.

Dez and I watched the interview together, while Mimi was off doing God knows what. Austin's answers were short enough to keep it interesting, but long enough to give the fans some feeling of depth. He joked around with the DJ, laughing when it was his turn, answering honestly.

Or it seemed like it was honest. He had had some acting gigs in the past, so perhaps he was just a good actor.

Yes, I'd done my research.

He talked about his music. About how he didn't write it, but worked 'closely together with the writes.'

I knew this was lingo for 'I yell at them when I think it's not good enough and never contribute anything useful at all.'

The interview finished and I was ready to go. I wasn't sure what we would do next, but I was told Mimi knew my schedule and would send me home when I was done for the day.

"Mom, how much time do we have?" Austin asked.

"We have all morning, darling. We start rehearsals after lunch."

So I guess it would be a long day.

"Can I go outside for a minute?" he asked Mimi.

She nodded and he practically ran away. Just when I was about to ask what he was going to do, Dez pointed to the window.

"Look. He always does this, if he can."

I walked to the window. And sure enough, there he was. Surrounded by girls. There were maybe 30 girls there, and he was talking to them, laughing, taking pictures with them and signing stuff.

He seemed to be enjoying himself.

Great actor, actually.

We waited for an hour. I was actually impressed with Austin. He took the time to have a little chit chat with each and every single one of his fans. Only when they all had their picture, he went inside.

I looked at him, while he walked up to Dez and did some weird hand shake thing. He was smiling, and he looked genuinely happy.

I was still convinced he was a brat, but it did seem like he appreciated his fans. I wrote that down on my notepad.

I had decided to make a little list of his characteristics, to help me with the article, and this was the first one I'd found that was good enough to write down.

Brat didn't make the list.

Appreciative of his fans.

I closed my book, and followed towards the car. It wasn't lunchtime yet, so I was curious as to what we would do next.

I wasn't expecting what was to come.