Moreness! I finally got over my writers block. I know how the book is going to end (its going to be quite a long one. Probably as long as the first or second books, and they were really long) I just couldn't think of how to continue it! Sorry for the time skip here.
Hi J!
So sorry I couldn't write anything. We've been around Mexico doing concerts. We've also been forbidden to sing on the streets (though sometimes we sneak off and do it anyway). We've been confirmed to have a world tour (our concerts and albums were broadcasted everywhere). So its been a very busy month. And now we're about to go on live TV.
Now, we've been plagued by reporters, fans and crazy dudes with pineapples on their heads (I am seriously NOT joking). But this is something different. I'm worried I'll have to sing my way through this- I seem to be singing a lot more since I got trapped in the voice enhancer with those crazy scientist girls. I'm starting to wonder if one day I wont be able to talk and just have to sing for the rest of my life (

I just remembered an old movie my Mum showed me when I was young. She said it used to be one of her favourites. Now that I think of it, there was a song about being cursed so you could only sing... and horns... and goats... and being prepared...).
Anyway, we were sat backstage, watching the opening of the show. Its a very popular show I'm told, called Weird, Wonderful and Talented. They've had all sorts- from a girl who could swallow her own foot (weird)to a dog-like creature with diamond wings (wonderful) and a tiny seven-year-old who could sing beautifully (talented). And now we were going to be on there.
Which may have been a problem to the others, but was a MAJOR problem for me.
Because, if you've forgotten, I'm a Princess on the run. What if someone sees me? Turns me in? Sometimes we watch the news with Justina and Cookie, and they still show portraits of me on there. You can hear them enquiring about the lost Arcian princess. They show videos of my parents begging whoever 'stole' me to bring me home. It breaks my heart.
But I can't leave.
I'm just not cut out for being a princess. Even fourteen years of preparation could never make me a queen. I'm not my mother. I'm not Lucky. She grew up commonplace, and yet she is as regal as a royal Princess. I was born and bred to be queen. And yet I fit in more with a group of dirty street kids then my cousins.
If someone recognises me they'll turn me in. They'll send guards and armies to collect me. I'll be locked up in that palace without a trace of fresh air again. I can't let that happen.
That's why we have stage names- well, some of us do. Alexandria's settled for 'Lexi' as her name, and mine is- ironically- 'Princess'. Kitty, Brandon and Tallulah kept theirs the same.
The theme tune dies down and so do my racing thoughts. We all watch the two presenters, Lola and Connie.
This is Lola:

And this is Connie:

They start to speak, and we all strain to listen, hearts racing.
Hello, world! Lola greets, waving a paw idly from where she is sat on the semi-circle shaped seat. Behind her is a huge screen.
I'm Connie, and this is my co-host Lola, Connie adds with a smile.
And haven't we got some gossip for you! First, a new bound discovered near our Mexican studios will be chatting to us before leaving on their world tour.And then we will talk to two Arcian Princesses- no, not the one that disappeared, of course!I feel dread churning in my stomach. Peering across the studio, I see Angel and May half-hidden in the shadows. I feel kitty beside me, squeezing my hand.
It'll be okay.But will it really?
Waffle Points for whoever guesses what film Luna remembered! (Its is a real film; I should know, its one of my favourites. Singing goats... what more could a girl ask for?)