I, Julia Kipps, am still freaking out.

The plane still hadn't touched the ground, but I was squealing. I was here. In California. At LAX. I was going to meet Max Bing today.

I had a packed day planned. It was six in the morning on Monday when we landed, and then we had about an hour in the airport for baggage claim, and then we would settle down in the hotel. At eleven I got to go to Mic. Industries, Max's recording company, and get a tour from him.

Then, after that, at around one, my dad had promised to take me shopping. I still needed accessories for the TSAs.

After that, I wanted to hit the beach. I love the beach, but I don't get to go there too often. We have some beaches in New Jersey, but they're pretty far from where I live, so I only go about three times a year. I couldn't wait to get back on a surfboard.

After that, dinner at the hotel, and then straight to bed, so that I would have energy in the morning to get ready for the TSAs.

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Our taxi had just reached the hotel, and I ran in, ready to crash on my bed. Flying always left me wiped.

My dad got the keys to the rooms. He had one, and I got to share one with my younger sister, Mia.

Mia was twelve, and although we fought all the time, I loved her more than anyone else.

She didn't deserve any of the tough things she'd had to go through, and I was determined that she wouldn't have to deal with any more.

That didn't mean I was psyched about sharing a room with her. Even though we each got our own beds, Mia was a light sleeper who liked to sleep with the lights on. I wasn't exactly pumped about that.

I turned my phone off airplane mode, and saw that I had three thousand likes on Instagram, and seventy comments. I guess I had left it logged on to my fan account.

Everyone was freaking out about how I was going to meet Max Bing, and asking me to take as many pictures as I could.

I posted something telling them to comment questions they'd like me to ask him, and then I logged out.

Putting down my phone, I hopped into the shower, which I was in desperate need for.

I still smelled like the plane, and my brown waves had turned into frizz.

When I got out, I appreciated the room for a moment. Mic. Industries and Branflakes ™ hadn't cheaped out on us. The hotel was beautiful, and the rooms were painted a light blue, the beds were huge and comfy, and the view was spectacular.

There was even a mini fridge full of drinks. Over all, it was exactly like I had imagined.

I grabbed my outfit, and hopped back into the bathroom to put it on, and do my hair.

I settled for boho braids, and left the rest of my hair down in its natural waves.

Then it was time for my makeup. I wasn't a big fan of doing my makeup. Don't get me wrong, I loved the way it looked on some people, but I didn't see the point in wasting my time to look like someone I'm not.

That's why I don't use foundation or cover up. My rules for makeup were that I only wore makeup that people could recognize as makeup. The point if it was to enhance my beauty, not hide it.

I put on some smokey eye makeup, but not enough for it to be overwhelming, and then some mascara, and that was it.

Twenty minutes later I was in the car on the way to the recording studio. According to the packet that was in our hotel room when we arrived, Max Bing would be taking me on a tour of his studio, and showing me how he recorded his music.

In the meantime, Mia and my dad were out sightseeing. They were invited to the TSAs, but today was just for me.

The Uber driver had the radio on and it was playing the song 'Okay To Feel Pain' by Hayden Pegg. I wasn't gonna ask the driver to turn it off, but it was bothering me. Why did I need to think of that wannabe when I was about to see the real deal in real life?

In my opinion, Max Bing had talent, and Hayden Pegg got lucky. Max had worked for his spot in the industry, and Hayden had just made videos on YouTube, and because he was cute, managed to get thousands of teenage girls to fall in love with him, which got Lee Ray, the legendary producer, to notice him and sign him to Mic. Industries.

I hopped out of the car, and saw Max Bing and his manager standing there.

I'm not even embarrassed to say that I squealed loud enough that people in New Zealand probably heard me.

Max Bing was even hotter in real life. His dirty blonde hair was shining in the sun, and his signature 'good boy' smile was just as mesmerizing as I had thought it would be.

He was wearing a blue polo shirt and khaki shorts and a pair of sandals.

Perfect.

I ran to give him a hug, and I felt him tense up until he put his hand on my back, and hugged me back.

"You're Max Bing!" I screeched.

"I know," he said smiling.

I was too overwhelmed to respond. I had been imagining this day for years, but in my imagination it was love at first sight and then it cut straight to our wedding. I had never planned out what I would say to him before that.

"I run a fanpage for you on Instagram. Maybe you remember it. You liked three of my photos in March," I blurted out.

Way to make a good first impression, Julia. Mention the fact that you basically have a Max Bing shrine.

"To be honest, my management usually likes Fan's pictures on my account," he confessed.

I couldn't help but feel a little bummed. I had secretly hoped that he knew my account, and he enjoyed it, but I guess he had never even seen it before.

Oh well. At least his management saw it. That's still something.

Max grabbed my hand. "let me give you a tour."

It was official. I was never washing my left hand again.

We walked into the studio, and I couldn't help but stare. The walls were covered in awards that stars from Mic. Industries had won. It seemed like every award was there.

Max walked around a corner, letting me know that the studio he used was down there.

As we turned the corner I had to stop short, almost causing me to fall.

Hayden Pegg.

As much as I hated to admit it, I could see why girls obsessed over him. With his flawless face and gorgeous body, he was the kind of guy who was born to be in magazines.

He was standing right in the middle of the hallway, as if purposely trying to block us.

I couldn't believe my bad luck. I got to come to Hollywood, and of all the celebrities I would randomly run in to, it just had to be my least favorite one.

"Pegg," Max spit out, glaring.

Hayden Pegg smirked. "Bing. Fancy running into you."

Max didn't respond.

Hayden continued grinning, as if not sensing the tension, or noticing my glare.

"This your contest winner?" he asked, nodding at me.

Max nodded sharply.

"She's cute," Hayden said simply.

The nerve. If I wasn't surrounded by people, I might've punched him. He should've known that I hated him. He should've known I wouldn't want his compliments.

Truth be told, it wasn't the fact that he complimented me that I minded. It was the fact that he had, and Max Bing hadn't even really acknowledged me as a person. Sure, he had spoken, but it felt a little too rehearsed.

"Shame that's the only way you can get a date," Hayden said to Max.

"At least I can take care of the girls in my life," Max retorted.

It seemed like an odd insult, but Hayden looked like he'd been slapped.

"Watch your back, Bing. You're gonna regret that comment."

With that, Hayden stormed away, rubbing his fingers through his brown hair, angrily.

"What was that about?" I asked Max.

He shrugged as if not really caring. "Oh nothing, just forget it. Come on, I'll show you how the headphones work."

With that, I walked in to the studio, shoving all thoughts of Hayden Pegg out of my mind.