I sat there looking at the numbers in front of me.

I couldn't believe it. This wasn't happening to me.

"One point five million," Tony said into his cell phone.

I have no clue who he's talking to now. He's called a million people.

All I want to do is talk to mama and daddy. Suddenly I'm jarred from my thoughts as Tony sticks the phone under my nose.

"Your Uncle Lance wants to talk to you."

I smiled.

"Hello?"

"Hello Miss 1.5 million."

"I can't believe it Uncle Lance."

"Well believe it sweetie. This is only the beginning. I've got big plans for you."

I laugh nervously. "Okay. I can't wait…I think."

He chuckled. "I'm on my way to New York right now. We'll have dinner tonight."

"Oh okay. I can't wait to see you."

"Bye for now."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and held it out to Tony.

"Don't you want to call your parents?" he asked.

"'Bout time," I said dialing their number.

He just rolled his eyes.

"Hello."

"Daddy!"

"Hey Adriana. Hold on. Britney, Adriana's on the phone…hurry and pick up. Okay, I'm back. How are you sweetie?"

"I'm doing great."

"Okay, I'm here. Hi baby."

"Hi mama. You guys sitting down?"

"I am now," mama says.

"One point five million."

"I knew it…I just knew it," daddy was saying. "I told Lance I could feel 1.5 million."

I was laughing.

"I'm so proud of you. How does it feel?" he asked.

"It feels good. Mama?"

"I'm on my way upstairs right now, baby. She's probably crying."

"Awwww."

I can hear daddy saying something in the background.

"Sweetie? Ohhh, come here. You'll have to stop crying long enough to talk to her, you know?"

"I know," mama sobbed.

"Adriana?"

"Yes daddy?"

"Give her a minute. She's a little emotional right now."

I fight the tears that are surfacing.

"Okay. Tell her not to cry because it will make me cry."

"Okay," he chuckled. "She doesn't want to hear you cry because it will make her cry. Then who will dry her tears?"

"I'm trying Justin."

"What's going on?" Tony asked me.

"Mama's crying," I shrugged.

He smiled. "She's proud."

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Okay, I'm better now," mama said.

"Mama, can you believe it?"

"Yes honey, I can. I'm so so proud of you. I feel like I could burst."

"I know, me too," I giggle.

"Where are you by the way?"

"We're in New York. Uncle Lance is on his way here now. He's taking me out to dinner. He says he's got big plans for me."

"Well, I certainly hope he does."

"Is daddy still there?"

"I'm here."

"Okay. I have an idea I'm going to run past Uncle Lance but I wanted to check and see what you thought?"

"What is it?" Britney asked.

"Well, I wanted to know if one of you guys would be willing to direct my set for this tour?"

Justin and Britney looked at each other.

"You don't have to if you don't want to. I just thought you might have some good ideas and it would be fun," I added.

"It's a good idea but…" Britney started.

"I've got a couple of things going on already Brit, it's up to you."

"I wouldn't know where to start."

"That's okay, it was just an idea," I said, trying to hide my disappointment but Britney could hear the disappointment in her daughter's voice.

"Let me think about it. I'll talk to a couple of people and see if I know enough," she laughed.

"Okay. I would really like it if you did this, mama."

Britney looked over at Justin and he could tell she would do it, just by the look on her face. He leaned over and gave her a quick kiss.

"I would love to do it. I'll see what I can come up with."

"Okay. I'll tell Uncle Lance my plan tonight," I said excitedly.

"I think it's a great idea," Uncle Lance said.

"You didn't have someone in mind already did you?" I ask before I take a bite of baked potato.

He shrugged. "I always have people in mind for things but nothing was etched in stone. If your mom is willing to do this, I'd love to be a part of that. It's been so long since the public's gotten to see what Britney Spears can do."

I looked up at him with a weird look on my face.

"Britney Spears-Timberlake, sorry."

I smile. "That's okay. I know she went by Britney Spears for a few years even after they got married. It just sounds weird to me. So you think it's a good idea?"

He nodded. "Yes, I do."

"Good," I sighed with relief. "She's a little nervous. She acts like she won't know what to do, but I have faith in her. It will all come back to her."

"It's like riding a bike," he said before taking a bite of steak.

While we finished eating we made small talk. We talked about his family and he had just seen Uncle Chris and Aunt Dani so we talked about them.

"So, they want to have me wear a few of their outfits?" I ask.

"Well, they're going to design a few new outfits for you to wear in an ad."

"Just for me? That would be cool."

I've always had fumanskeeto clothes in my closet but to actually have some that would be designed for me would be something new.

"Maybe I could wear it during one of my songs in performance."

He nodded. "That's something you'll have to mention to your director," he winked.

"Okay, I think I will. So were those the big plans you had in store for me?" I teased him.

"No, that's just the beginning. There's a big performance coming up that MTV asked me if I had an artist available for."

"What kind of performance?"

"They're doing one of those MTV Icon things," he said with a wave of his hand.

"Oh really? For who?"

"Your mom."

I almost choked on a green bean. "What? Why hasn't she mentioned this to me?"

"Because I just told her about it this afternoon."

"Does she know you're going to ask me to be a part of this?"

He shook his head. "No, she was still getting used to the fact that they wanted to honor her."

"Oh my God," I said putting my hand on my chest.

"Well? You haven't given me an answer."

"Oh. Yes, of course I'd love to do it. What will I be doing?"

He put his hand on his chin. "I haven't decided yet. We'll need to go through her old songs and pick out one that I think you'd shine at. I have a few ideas. We have a couple months to get ready for it though. Your tour with Marcus is in a few weeks."

"I bet mama's head's about to explode. She goes from not performing in years to directing a set and having her own Icon show. Oh, that means she has to perform too doesn't it?"

He smiled. "Yes it does. But, I have an idea for that as well."

"Oh this is so exciting," I say as I clap my hands together.

Uncle Lance sits back in his chair and smiles as he watches me.

"It's good to see young enthusiasm." He looked at his watch. "We should get back. You need to start getting as much rest as you can. We've got a lot of work to do. I'm going to sit down with a couple of designers for your set. Since we're working with Marcus's stage we don't have a lot to work with but we can spice it up a little bit for you."

I smile.

"Tomorrow we'll pick out the six songs you're going to do."

"Six?"

"Yes six. Then once we get the set design and the stage design from Marcus's management your mom will be able to come up with something."

I'm beaming.

"Uncle Lance?"

"Yes, honey."

"When will I be able to tell people who my parent's are?"

He gives me a sincere look. "Why don't we wait a couple more weeks, don't you think? I mean you've more than proved that you're making it on your own right now, but I think it will boost your confidence even more when you find out what the sales of your record will be for the next couple of weeks, as well."

I nod and then look at my hands that are lying in my lap.

"Hey," he says softly. I look up at him. "It's hard on them too. They want to shout it from the rooftops that you're their daughter. They're so proud of you."

I smile and nod.

"Only a couple more weeks."

"Okay," I sigh.

A week later…

"You've got mail," Tony says as he walks into my room.

We're still in New York.

He throws a large envelope in my lap. As I'm opening it I realize what it is.

"Teen People?"

"Yep. Hot off the press."

He sits down next to me as I look at the cover.

"Wow, they made me look great."

"You do look great. They didn't need to do much," he said nudging my shoulder.

"You get paid to say that."

He laughs. "Whatever."

I turn to the index to find where my article is. I finally find the page and there it is…as big as day.

I close my eyes for a second.

"She knows," I say softly.

"Ana, it doesn't matter now," Tony says rubbing my back.

"No, it doesn't. But I wanted to be the one who announced it. Not some reporter."

"Keep reading, it's probably more speculation."

I quickly read the article and I get to the part where she analyzes the similarities between me and the ex-princess of pop…my mother.

There was a picture of me next to a picture of my mama from 2000.

"We do look a lot alike here," I say as I trace the pictures with my fingers.

"You still look a lot alike. That wasn't so bad, huh?"

I shake my head as I still stare at the magazine.

"No, she actually was nice about it. I still feel like…"

"Like Ana?"

I nod. "Yeah. I feel like me still…not Britney's daughter."

He gives my shoulder a squeeze before he stands up.

"Now you've got reading material for the plane," he says as he picks up my bag.

I'm going back home.