The next morning I sleep in because the show doesn't start till 4. I sleep in till 2. It's 3:30 and we are leaving for Kiki Sweet's studio.

I soon figure out that Kiki Sweet is anything but sweet she's rude.

"Where's my water!" Kiki yells.

"H-here you go Miss Sweet," an assistant says giving her a water.

"No, I want room temperature water! Not cold!" Kiki yells.

"Yes, ma'am, right away," the assistant says running off with the water she had.

I walk up to her and it's like her attitude changes completely.

"Oh! Ivy Frost it's an honor to meet you! I'm a big fan!" Kiki says.

"That's nice," I say clearly annoyed.

She notices my attitude and hers turns to worried.

"Oh, um... sorry. I didn't mean-" Kiki says but I interrupt.

"You could be nicer to your helpers. They're trying their best for you," I say looking at the assistant coming back with water.

Kiki shuts her mouth. Kiki might be intimidating to most people but compared to me she like a peasant. In the magazines and celebrity gossip shows I'm know as the queen of the celebs. I don't know why, but I am.

Everyone is always talking about my business. Even word got out about me getting a notice from The Black Dragons, hanging out with the guys at the arcade, and the jet being crashed. It's ridiculous!

"Sorry," Kiki says casting her gaze to the floor.

(This is kinda fun, scolding her.)

"It's shameful," I say.

"Frost! Come and get your makeup done!" James yells from wherever he is.

"Coming!" I yell. I make the face of an adult scolding a child at Kiki before I walk off.

Kiki's mood is completely different when the show starts. Kiki's all happy and positive. I can't stand it, but I know it's for show, so I play along, laughing at the stupidest things.

"Now we put it in the oven and set it for 20 mins," Kiki says.

"Hope they turn out great!" I say.

"Yep. I already made a batch before would you like to try it?" Kiki asks.

"Ooo! I would love to!" I say.

She takes a tray out and sets it on the counter. We each grab one and stuff it in our mouths.

"What do you think?" Kiki asks.

(It's disgusting!)

"Mmm, so good!" I say.

"Well that's all the time we have for today! Thank you Ivy Frost for being able to come and help us!" Kiki says.

"I had a wonderful time. Thanks for having me!" I say.

We wave goodbye until the camera guy says were done. Both Kiki and I rush over to get a drink.

"That was gross!" Kiki yells.

"I second that," I say.

(The only thing we both agree on.)

"I actually didn't make that batch," Kiki says.

"Huh," I say.

"Great show! Good job girls!" James and Kiki's manager says walking up to us.

"Well time for me to go," I say walking towards the exit.

"Frost!" James yells running after me.

"What?" I ask.

"It's rude to just leave," James says.

"Well Kiki is rude so why does it matter?" I ask now leaving the building.

"You-" James says when I interrupt.

"Let's go back to the hotel. I'm hungry and exhausted," I say.

"You've only been up for 5 hours!" James fusses.

"It takes a lot of energy out of you to act like I just did," I say.

"I swear you..." James mumbles.

"Speak up! I can't hear you," I say.

"I'll get the car..." James says.

"Thank you!" I say.

(I have a whole week in NYC. The Kiki Sweet show was all that was scheduled for me to do. I have 4 whole days to myself! I can go shopping!)

My train of thought stops when I hear my cell phone ringing. I rummage through my bag and grab my phone out looking at the caller.

(It's Lance... he wants to video chat?)

I accept it and Lance's face pops up on my screen.

"Hey! Guys! She answered!" Lance yells into the room he's in. All the others come into view.

"Ivy! Whatzzup!" Zero says.

"Just saw you on the Kiki Sweet show!" Russell says.

"We could so tell you were fakeing it," Flix says with a smirk.

"You guys know me to well," I say.

"Of course!" Drake says.

James pulls up in the limo. Then he gets out of the car and opens the door for me. (I can open it myself you know!) I pout forgetting I'm on video chat.

"What's with that face?" Russell says.

"Oh! Nothing important. I just finished with the show so I'm heading back to my hotel," I say getting in the limo.

James shuts the door behind me and heads to the driver's seat.

"Anyway let's get to the point. What have you decided?" Lance asks.

"What?" I ask.

"Joining us," Drake says.

"I... um... I don't know," I say.

"It's been a week. You've had plenty of time to decide," Lance says.

I look to where James sits the separator is up so he can't hear me.

"A week is not enough time for someone to decide if they want to become a criminal or not!" I fuss.

"A thief not a criminal," Flix says annoyed.

"Whatever!" I say.

"We're taking you on the next mission," Lance says.

"What!?" I yell.

"We'll pick you up tomorrow morning to get you appropriate clothes. We'll talk about the details for the mission and about us," Drake says.

"Wait guys!" I yell but they hang up. I sigh. (Not good.)

Once at the hotel I rush to my room.

"Phoenix! Tomorrow morning the guys are coming to pick me up! They want to get me clothes for a mission tomorrow!" I say a little stressed.

Phoenix looks at me worriedly.

"We need to hide everything better so they won't find anything. You know how they snoop!" I say.

We rush stuffing bags with bags with bags hiding all our mission stuff.

(How am I gonna act in the mission? Should I act weak? Should I act scared? I don't know how I should approach this! What should I do?)

I worry about it for the rest of the day and all night getting little sleep.