Wear them gold and diamond rings, all them things don't mean a thing
Chaperons and limousines, shopping for expensive things
I be on the movie screens, magazines, and boogie scenes
I'm not clean, I'm not pristine, I'm no queen, I'm no machine

Alyson Milshaka had just finished eating lunch with her sister and was going shopping alone. She had walked into the store, and headed straight to the shoe section, not suspecting anything. Alyson was wearing a graphic tank top, flared low-rise jeans, and flashy tennis shoes. Her large aviators hide her eyes behind the frameless lenses and her chic over-sized brown bohomien bag was so stylish right now. If she had noticed it was Christina Aguilera, she would have said hey or something. But she didn't, and was more focused on the shoes behind her.

That is, until Christina turned around, and she gasped, dropping the shoe she was looking at. She said, "Oh my God, I'm so, so, so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!"

She then recoginized her, and asked in a more questioning tone, "Christina? What a... plesant suprise. It's nice to meet you." She looked genuinly pleased, as if she had met someone she had been admiring. Even though she had a different idol, it was always nice to meet a fellow celebrity.