Dad drove me to the big studio for the show. And I was extremley excited because on the show, I was going to be up on stage with other stars, I hadal no idea who it would be.

For those of you who don't know me, I'm Jennifer Alvera. I'm fourteen years young and I'm a solo singer and a young actress. I got my big break almost five years ago, and its been quite the journey.

" How does this look on me, Dad?" I asked presenting my red shimmering dress, diamond necklace and black shoes.

" You look straight out of the VOGUE magazine," he winked.

" This is the night Dad," I sighed.

" Why? Whats goin on?"

" Four shows tonight! and all of them are solo performances!"

" Wow-we, well give your all kid, I know you will!"

We made it into the reserved parking lot by 6:15, my manager was at the door.

" Get ready! Irene's in your dressing room." Irene is my one and only makeup designer.

" Perfect," I grinned at him, walking down the hallway. There, my name was dazzled on the door, " Jennifer Pinaud"

" Jeni, Jeni," she designer smiled, with red lipstick smaking gum, " Sit down, hon!"

I sat down in my chair, she started powdering my face in blush.

" How's life, doll?"

" Oh, you know, pretty good."

" You workin hard in school?"

" Yes......"

" Good for you! close your eyes." she started with eye liner.

" So whats the act tonight?"

" A skit, some solo dancing, more skits....I'm starting of the show with a little singing and tap dancing."

She ended the make up with midnight eye shadow, lipstick and mascara, " My work here is done!"

I looked in the mirror, " Looks great!"

" Break a leg, sweetie," Irene smiled, as she continuously smacked her chewing gum.

" Thanks!" I smiled.

" ON LIVE IN FIVE MINUTES! WHERES JENI?!"

" Welcome to the Carol Burnett show! I'm Carol Burnett, and we've got a show for you tonight. To start I'd like to present the sweetest, talented teenager I've ever met. She's sure a handful I must say! Jennifer Pinaud, everyone!"

I walk out as the crowd cheered loudly.

" Big Crowd," I thought to myself.

" How are you feelin Jen?"

" Pretty Great Carol!" I smiled.

" You ready to put on a show?"

" Oh, I was born ready," I smiled again, at the crowd.

" Take it away!" She said, walking off the stage.

" Well, hey guys! And welcome to the show! I'm going to start off by a song danced by a familiar track."

I turn to get in position for the song. An old 1920's jazz song came on. I started dancing to the music. Then I said, " Hey wait a minute...John!!! What are you doing? This isn't the song!!!!!" I shouted, the crowd laughed a bit.

" Sorry!" the music player yelled in reply.

I threw off the gloves on my fingers and took out my bun which became a poofy ponytail.

The music started playing. And I started with a few cartwheels and tap. My dance included kicks, flips and the ending pose was the splits. The crowd went wild!

" I wish I could kick my leg up that high," Carol tried, which only brought up more laughter, even I laughed.

" Well, Carol it takes lots of practice and coordination."

" Thanks for the advice, that was Jennifer Rivera for you!"

I run off to my dressing room, getting out of my first performance outfit. What a show? but my hearts racing from those cartwheels. At least my landing went well.

I heard a voice from the wall of my dressing room. There were multiple voices coming....I then heard, " Get outta my way, bro!" I suddenly felt self-concious. Wolf whistles and cat calls ramble through the walls of my dressing room. I then saw there was a hole in my dressing room.

I screamed so loud the room shook, " Um excuse you, you dogs! Mind your business...This is off limits, find someone else to wander your eyes!"

I grabbed my next outfit to walk over to studio bathroom till I ran into someone right at my door. " I'm sorry, do you know where the bathroom's are?"

I thought I saw his face peekin out the hole, " Why? You certainly know where the ladies dressing rooms are." I glared.

" Hey I'm really sorry about that," he apologized, being sincere, but a bit goofy in his voice.

" You know, GIRLS are entitled to their privacy!" I snapped.

" I know--I mean...Believe me, It wasn't my idea in the first place."

" Good," I walked off, still wearing my outfit.

" Hey wait!" I hollered, " Can I at least know your name? You were really good out there!"

I sighed," Jennifer, yours?"

" Michael," he smiled.

We shook hands.

" Well, Michael if you'd excuse me I have to change elsewhere."

I went into the bathroom and put on my comfort clothes. At least he apologized....and his smile was sweet....

Maybe, I don't know. Maybe I should just forgive and forget. Wait a minute....Michael....MICHAEL JACKSON!? I just told him off... But I had a very valid reason for it...... You don't break your neck looking at a girl through a hole in the wall. That's the lowest thing I've ever heard...literally! Man I hope I wasn't too hard of him, he did say it wasn't his idea.