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Irreconcilable Differences	By : classic06 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kelly Clarkson Views: 4555 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Kelly Clarkson. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Kelly sighed as she walked past the front desk of the office. Here she was, 25 years old, millions of albums sold, and she still got nervous going to a dentist’s office. A couple of the magazines on the receptionist's desk caught her eye as she was signing in. She held back her laughter. If she had been in Texas, those magazines would have all been about hunting and fishing, but not here in L.A.

"Can I see these?" she asked, smiling sweetly.

The receptionist just stared in awe, only able to nod as she realized who was standing before her.

"Thanks," Kelly said, laughing softly, walking over to a waiting chair. She could feel all the eyes in the room on her. You would think that she'd be used to it by now, but it still confused her. She didn't see what the big deal was with herself. She was just a dork with a voice. Kelly laughed at that assessment of herself, then realized that the people watching probably thought that she was crazy, laughing at nothing. So she opened one of the magazines to the article that she was looking for.

Now, normally she wasn't the type to read all these gossip magazines because while most of them could just be hilarious, every now and then one would hit home in a serious way. So, she just avoided them altogether. But due to the recent events, she couldn't help herself. She read the article's headline. "This Generation's Biggie vs. Tupac?"

Kelly snorted with laughter. She would love to be one of the people that got to sit at home, just thinking this crap up. They must have a very entertaining life. Although, according to all these magazines, so did she. She continued reading.

"As records are released and words are thrown, it is not hard to see the comparison between that epic battle and the one that is brewing between everyone's two favorite Idols: Kelly Clarkson and Carrie Underwood."

Kelly sighed as she read quotes that she had never even thought, let alone said. Then they had all of Carrie's somewhat colorful retorts. Kelly actually had nothing against the girl. The couple of times she had met her, she had been nothing but sweet. But from what she had heard about her, maybe those were just some of her good days.

She silently reprimanded herself for that thought, realizing that she was doing the exact same thing that she hated others for doing to her. She didn't know the girl, so she had no right to judge her. Maybe all these quotes from her were just as fabricated as her own were. She silently hoped for the country singer's sake that most of the stuff that she had heard about her had been fabricated as well because she hated to see a talent like that get stuck under Clive's puppet strings.

Kelly closed the magazine and put it on a nearby chair with the other two she had picked up, both boasting similar articles. She leaned back in the chair, rubbing her eyes tiredly when she felt a tiny hand on her knee. She sat up straighter, looking down to see a girl, no more than seven, standing before her nervously.

"Hi," Kelly smiled gently.

The girl looked up at her completely wide-eyed.

"My name's Kelly," she said, holding out her hand to the adorable girl. "What's yours?"

"Emma," she replied, shaking Kelly's hand nervously.

"Well, Emma, are you here to see the dentist?"

The girl nodded.

"Are you nervous?" Kelly asked, scrunching up her nose, making the girl giggle.

"No," she lied.

"Are you sure? Because it's ok to be nervous. Even I get nervous sometimes."

"Really?" Emma asked, shocked.

"Yep. Like right now. I'm nervous. I always get nervous going to the dentist," Kelly admitted.

"Well, maybe I am a little nervous. But just a little," she added quickly.

Kelly laughed softly, "It's ok, your secret's safe with me."

Emma smiled excitedly as she hopped onto the chair next to Kelly, kneeling sideways on it, watching the Texan in awe.

"So what do you do when you get nervous?"

"Me?" Kelly asked. "I sing. It always helps to calm my nerves. Do you sing?"

Emma shook her head, "I'm a ballerina."

"Wow. I bet you're good."

Emma nodded energetically, making Kelly giggle.

"Do you wanna sing?" Emma asked.

Kelly looked at her confusedly.

"Cause you said you were nervous."

"Oh," Kelly smiled. "Well, I'll sing only if you dance."

Emma's smile fell for the first time since Kelly had met her.

"What's wrong?"

"My mom will fuss if I start to dance. She always says I have way too much energy and that I should spend it on something other than dancing."

"Why would she say that?"

"Because she says it's impossible to be a ballerina forever."

Kelly felt her heart break for the small girl before her. How could a parent crush a child's dream like that?

"Well, you know what?" she asked. "People used to tell me all the time that I wouldn't be able to sing forever. Guess I proved them wrong, huh?"

"You sure did," Emma smiled.

Kelly smiled back, in awe of the girl's innocence.

"So, my mom said it would be rude to ask you this, but I said it wouldn't because you're always so nice on t.v. and stuff, so I wanted to ask you anyway, so can I have your autograph, cause that would be really cool, and my friends would be so excited."

Kelly nodded laughing, "For a cutie like you? Of course. You have something for me to write on?"

Emma nodded excitedly as she pulled out a piece of paper. Kelly grabbed a pen from her purse, writing a note on the paper, then signing it. She handed it back to Emma who scrunched up her nose.

"What does it say?" she asked.

"Well, it says, To Emma, the greatest ballerina I know. Don't let anyone ever tell you that you can't do something, because I know that you can do anything that you set your heart to. Your good friend, Kelly Clarkson."

Emma bounced excitedly on the chair, looking at the paper in amazement, "Wow."

Kelly couldn't stop smiling as she watched the girl in front of her.

"So are you still nervous?" Emma asked.

"Is that your way of getting me to sing?"

Emma nodded.

"Alright," Kelly replied. "What song?"

Emma's eyes lit up, "I get to pick?"

"Yep."

"Respect."

"Oh, I love that song," Kelly replied, as she cleared her throat softly.

"What you want, baby I got it.
Oh, what you need, you know I got it.
All I'm asking,
Is for a little respect when you get home.
Hey baby, when you get home."

She laughed as Emma moved around in her chair, trying to resist the urge to dance. The girl was born to dance just as much as Kelly was born to sing.

"Kelly Clarkson," a girl around Kelly's age called out as she entered the waiting area.

"That's me," Kelly smiled standing up. "It was nice to meet you."

"You too," Emma replied, hopping from the chair.

"Can I have a hug?"

"Well, yea," Emma smiled, hugging Kelly tightly as she bent down to her level.

Kelly winked at her as she walked away, gladly forgetting for those brief few minutes about the fact that an imaginary world war was waging between her and a fellow Idol that she knew nothing about.

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Carrie frowned as she sat at another boring luncheon for some stupid event or another. She rolled her eyes as yet another guest speaker got up to talk. She quietly stood up, making her way over to the bathroom, hoping it was one with a couch.

She smiled, as she entered the ladies’ room to find a red sofa against the opposite wall. She walked over to it, sitting down gracefully, ignoring the pain her shoes were causing her baby toes--there was always a price to pay to look good. She closed her eyes, leaning her head back against the couch. It had been another long, mundane week in the life of Carrie Underwood, and she was growing sick of it.

A tiny hand on her knee made her jump, startled. She was met with two blue eyes staring back up at her.

"Hi?" she said, unsure of what the tiny girl wanted.

"You're Carrie Underwood, right?"

"Yea."

"I'm Emma," the girl smiled, holding out her hand. Carrie eyed it carefully before she shook it.

"Hi," she nodded.

"Can I have your autograph?" Emma asked, nervously.

"I guess. Do you have something to write on?"

Emma nodded, pulling a piece of paper out of her tiny purse and handing it to her along with a pen. Carrie signed her name and handed the paper back to the smaller girl, waiting for her to leave.

Emma eyed her confusedly.

"What's wrong?" Carrie asked, unsure of why she was staring at her.

"You know, I met Kelly Clarkson last week," Emma said matter-of-factly. "And she was a lot nicer than you."

Carrie's face fell as she watched the small girl walk out of the bathroom. She could feel the anger rising at the mention of the original American Idol who seemed to be trash-talking Carrie every chance she got. Now, she even had little kids doing her dirty work for her. She growled in frustration before standing up and storming out of the bathroom and out of the luncheon all together, not caring whose speech she was interrupting.

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Kelly smiled for the photographers as she walked through the airport. She pulled Ashley along side of her as they hammed it up for the cameras, giving them exactly what they wanted, ignoring the questions that were flying her way.

"Is it true that you said that Carrie was just a manufactured singer?"

Kelly rolled her eyes. How could she say that? She and Carrie had broken into the business the same way. If Carrie was manufactured, then so was she.

"Kelly! Is it true that you've threatened to quit the label if Carrie remains there?"

Kelly didn't even dignify that question with a thought as she climbed into her vehicle.

"Kelly! Is it true that Carrie egged your house?"

Kelly looked at the reporter like he was crazy before closing the door.

"How could she egg my house?" she asked with a laugh as Ashley pulled the car out of the airport parking lot and onto the highway. "She doesn't even know where I live. Nobody does."

Ashley laughed with her, "You have to admit. They are creative."

"Who would egg somebody's house? What are we like 12?"

"Who would toilet paper someone's house?" Ashley countered with a smile.

"Ok, one, toilet papering is cool. Two, I was under the influence that night."

"You weren't drunk."

"No, but I was with the Dumbass, and that's even worse," she replied, making Ashley laugh again.

Kelly started to play with her phone, still learning how to use it. She had had it for a few weeks, and she still was completely lost. She started to scroll through the names in her address book. Her finger stopped on Carrie Underwood. All she had to do was call the girl and set everything straight.

Kelly sighed, slipping the phone back into her pocket. She had tried that once, after the initial blow-out. She apologized for what she said, not meaning for it to come out like it did, and she thought that Carrie had accepted her apology. The next week, however, she learned differently when she found out that Carrie had been pretty much badmouthing her in an interview.

"Kelly, there's nothing you can do," Ashley sighed, knowing how much her friend hated being in the public eye, especially in a negative way. "They're going to say what they want and write what they want. You can't stop them."

"It's just so stupid," Kelly replied, thinking back to the day that this whole thing started.

~~Kelly stood at the podium excitedly. She couldn't be happier than she was at that moment as they announced that she would be the headliner for the Dallas Cowboys Thanksgiving Day game. She laughed, answering the questions about the team and the new coach.

"Any truth to the rumors that you're dating Tony Romo?" she heard a reporter ask, causing her to laugh.

"Oh no," she smiled. "I've never met him."

The reporters giggled.

"No, that's the other one," Kelly said, realizing the reporter’s mistake. "That's Underwood, isn't?"

The room erupted with laughter, and Kelly looked around nervously, not sure of what had happened.

"No, I mean, that's not funny. It's not," she laughed nervously as the reporters continued their laughter, making her more confused.

"Am I wrong?" she asked, nervously. "I'm gonna get a call from her. Shoot."~~

And she had gotten a call from her, and this media circus was the result. Kelly still wasn't sure what she had said wrong. She didn't mean it in a mean way or anything. She just thought that the reporter had confused her with the other Idol.

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