Austin's POV
I'm going to Ally's. She has something to show me. I wonder if... no, can't be. I should knock.
"Hey Austin." Ally says.
"Hey Ally." I say, putting my hands in my pockets. "You wanted to show me something?"
"It's just a song." She says, somewhat embarrassed.
"Oh, that's fine." I say, kinda relieved.
"Come in." She says, stepping aside. I go in. We walk to her family room where there's a big piano.
"This is nice." I say.
"Thanks." She replies. She's being oddly formal today. We sit down and she gives me the lyrics. She plays the opening chords and I start to sing. After we're done I sit back.
"I like this." I say.
"Thanks." She says.
"Well, I have to go."I say. "I'm going to a concert tonight."
"Who's performing?" She asks.
"I'm opening, but the main singer is Cece Star!" I say excitedly. She's one of my favorites ever.
"Oh, that's.. nice." She says nervous-ishly.
"See ya later!" I say, and leave her house.
Ally's POV
I can't believe it! Why didn't Austin tell me earlier he was opening for Cece! Me! He doesn't know it's me though. I HAVE to tell him. But I can't. It's my lifelong secret. I'm still gonna perform tonight. But Austin can't find out. Not tonight. I head to my room to prepare.
-LATER, AT CONCERT-
Ally's POV
I'm walking to my dressing room when I hear a familiar voice.
"So where is she?" It's Austin! I have to go in my dressing room. I duck in just as he passes.
"She's in her dressing room, but she needs her privacy." The stage manager says. Thank goodness. I go inside and sit down.
"Okay, I survived that, but what now?" I say to myself. Then there's a knock.
"Hello?" It's Austin! Why is he here? He was told not to!
"Just a minute!" I scream. I need to change, fast. I pull a sparkly top over my head, put on my floral skirt, and pull on my boots. Finally I put my blonde wig on and open the door. "Hi." I say.
"Hey." He says, coming in. "I'm Austin."
"I'm Cece." I say.
"I know." He says. "I'm opening for you."
"Oh, so you're my opener!" I say.
"Uh, yeah." He says, awkwardly. That was NOT very good. He's gonna know it's me now.
"I have to... do something before I go on." I say, trying to get rid of him.
"Okay, see you later." He says, and leaves. I have to go see him perform. That's what I have to do.