Its 2005, and she was THE it girl.

She wore a skirt on top of her baggy denim jeans, chunky converse, a tight shirt with a screen printed princess crown that didn't even really match the outfit, a totally mismatched Von Dutch hat, and hand warmers. It wasn't "Y2K", it was Disney channel red carpet.

She REEKED of Lindsey Lohan but that's okay, she was arguably more popular and important. Her voice puncturing into the hearts of the teen mind. Her autographs puncturing the wallets of those who wanted it off of the newly established "eBay."

And now, she was being swarmed by paparazzi as she entered her car, rolling the window up, until she saw you, a little misguided fan, being pushed to the ground and shoved away in favor of photos to sell from the paparazzi. Her heart ached. She looked at her guards who were frantically telling the car to go, and shouted.

"No! Hey! Not yet! Get out and help that kid!"