A/N: Welcome to my new story everyone! This is something I've wanted to write for a long time now - it's loosely based off of the romantic movies The Bodyguard and Beyond the Lights, which, if you haven't seen yet, I very highly recommend. Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: She's a singer, model, Esquire's Sexiest Woman Alive, and a staple of the American pop music scene - Anastasia has the life most girls only dream of. But experience with fame has taught her to be closed off to real love. This fact holds true, until one day a security mishap leads her to hire on a new CPO named Christian. Suddenly, everything changes - for her, and for him.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Anastasia, Pop Princess

By Strawberry Pajamas

Chapter 1: The Incident

He had a vision.

A snow-driven forest with bare, lifeless trees, the dead branches stretching overhead and up toward the gray-tinted sky, where white flakes would fall gently onto the pristine ground. There she would stand, in the center of this barren land, her gossamer lace dress the color of ice covering every inch of her pale, delicate body. Her ghostly skin would be sharply contrasted by her long dark hair, smokey eyes and bright red lips as she gazed up toward the heavens with unseeing eyes - conveying both the endlessness of time and the certainty of death. A tawny owl would sit perched on her shoulder, silent and sentinel as it gazed into the distance along with her, while a dark gray wolf would approach stealthily from behind, stalking its prey.

A certain beauty and regalness came with this somber image of approaching and welcoming death.

And in the lower right-hand corner would be the new Ètouffant Dior perfume logo. This image would be the face of their new campaign, and it was going to look absolutely stunning in next month's issue of People.

"…Everyone, she's going to be here within the hour. Let's move!" Gregor, the director yelled as set hands rushed back and forth across the room, hurrying to get everything ready. The small stage in the center of the room was designed to his exact specifications, right down to the fake snowflakes falling down from the ice machine behind the set, and the lifelike taxidermied wolf place strategically in the background of the fake forest.

"Steven, is the owl ready?" Gregor asked, tapping something on his iPad.

"Right here, boss," one of the sethands wheeled in a cage that had a large tawny owl inside, blinking as it gazed at its surroundings while fluffing its feathers.

"Perfect," Gregor said brightly, placing a hand over his heart. "This is going to look gorgeous. We'll get the bird out of that cage once she's here and in costume."

"Have you met her in person yet, Gregor?" The photographer Beth asked, fiddling with the strap of her camera. "I've heard it's pretty tough to book her."

"Are you kidding? Booking that girl is harder than booking God himself," Gregor stated, and Beth chuckled. "But somehow we managed to get her for three hours today, which is why everything's going be absolutely perfect once she arrives."

"Don't get your hopes up, Greg," Derrick, the lighting guy, said as he moved the ring light closer to the trees. "Girls like her tend to be real divas. She's probably going to be like three hours late and demand a million things once she's here."

"Oh God, do you think?" Beth asked worriedly.

"Sir?" one of the security guards suddenly approached Gregor. "There's a situation outside near the front entrance. Some fans found out what's going on in here and they've gathered in front of the doors. We've had to lock them so no one can get in or out."

"Damn," Gregor muttered to himself. "What about the back entrance?"

"It's clear, as far as I can tell. It's generally used for deliveries, but we could probably sneak her in that way if we're careful."

"If that's the best we can do, then we'll do it," Gregor said firmly. "Do you know how many people are outside at the moment?"

"It looks to be about twenty," the security guard said. "You can go and see for yourself."

Gregor walked over to the front of the studio, where there was a wide hallway leading to two glass front doors about ten yards away. Outside the doors there was what looked like a small mob of teenage girls, all of them cheering and jumping around excitedly; a few of them were even holding up signs. Gregor felt his stomach sink - he had hoped this shoot could have gone off without a hitch, but he supposed that was too much to ask for.

"Lord help me," he mumbled to himself, shaking his head as he moved back toward the set. He walked over to the security guard who had approached him. "You - what's your name?"

"Christian," he responded.

"Christian, can we get security at the front entrance please?"

"On it," he said, and he walked over to a couple security guards standing nearby and ordered them to stand by the front doors.

"Greg, they're here," Gregor's assistant Leanne rushed up to him, her phone in her hand. "Her assistant texted me and told me they're about to pull up."

"Tell them to come through the back of the building, by the delivery door," Gregor said, and Leanne typed out a response on her phone.

Gregor quickly smoothed out any flyaway hairs on his titanium blonde crew cut and straightened out his Hugo Boss cashmere long-sleeved shirt before turning to the rest of the crew. "Everyone!" he shouted, clapping his hands, and the sethands all stopped to look at him. "She's here!"

In a moment, everyone began talking feverishly with one another as they quickly finished up whatever job they were doing. A noticeable shift had happened throughout the entire room - a palpable excitement as everyone prepared themselves to meet the woman of the hour. They were all there in a professional capacity, obviously, but no one could deny how exciting it was to meet someone as famous as her.

For about ten minutes nothing happened, but pretty soon one of the lighting technicians walked out of the back hallway and gestured for someone to walk in front of him… and there she was.

The world-famous pop singer herself Anastasia Steele walked onto their set, flanked by two other professional-looking women texting on their BlackBerries. Anastasia was looking comfortably chic in a cropped off-the-shoulder gray sweater, high-waisted skinny jeans, and strappy heels. She was carrying a Starbucks cup in her hand while a large pair of sunglasses sat perched on her head, pushing her mane of long dark brown hair away from her face. A noticeable hush fell over the people in the room as they watched her walk in, but a few of the women near the back could hardly contain their excited squeals when they saw her - Anastasia looked over at the girls and gave them a wave and a smile, causing them to break out into giggles once again.

"Hello. Are you Gregor?" Anastasia walked up to Gregor with a bright smile on her beautiful face. Gregor took her outstretched hand in his own before leaning forward and kissing her on the cheek in greeting.

"Yes, that's me. It's an honor to meet you, Anastasia," he gushed, and Anastasia smiled widely at him. "I can't even begin to tell you how excited we all are to do this photoshoot today."

"The pleasure's all mine," Anastasia insisted sincerely. "Just looking at the drawings you made for this photoshoot made me completely fall in love!"

"Oh thank you - that means so much to me," Gregor said sincerely, putting a hand over his heart. "Our designers and make-up artists have been slaving all week to make sure everything is absolutely perfect for you today."

"Wonderful."

"- Sorry to interrupt, but how long do you think this is going to take?" one of the women standing next to Anastasia asked Gregor. "We have to be in Culver City by five for a networking party. Also, I'm going to need to talk to whoever's in charge of craft services... Anastasia has to have sparkling water with her at all times, preferably flavored."

"Mom, relax," Anastasia said to the woman placatingly. "This is just a photoshoot, not a concert. Everything is fine as it is." She turned back to Gregor. "So where do you need me?"

"Just over here, Ms. Steele," Gregor gestured to a room off to the side of the set. "That's where your hair and makeup will be done by Jen, and after that you'll be put into costume in the next room over. As for craft services, snacks can be found over there, including sparkling water. Please, feel free to help yourselves."

Anastasia walked with Gregor toward the makeup room while her mother and the other woman made their way over to the craft table, talking with one another. For a moment or two nothing happened, until suddenly an incredibly audible clunking sound came from the back hallway.

Everyone on set stopped and looked curiously toward the door leading to the back hallway, wondering what on Earth had made that sound.

Suddenly, the back doors burst open and a gaggle of teenage girls came barreling in, practically knocking over a couple sethands in the process. One the girls spotted Anastasia standing a few yards away, and she let out an excited scream, jumping up and down.

"Oh my gawd! Anastasia I LOVE YOUUUU!"

All the girls began to rush over to Anastasia in a group, and people scrambled to get out of their way so they wouldn't get trampled on. The girls were a second away from reaching Anastasia, clearly about to bowl her over in their excitement, when a man suddenly ran in front of her and blocked the girls from reaching her. They all stumbled to a stop when they knocked into him.

"Anastasia!" the girls tried to push past him to reach their idol, but he stood firm, holding his arms out to the sides and blocking them from getting any closer to her.

"Enough!" Gregor snapped, glaring at the girls before pointing to the door. "All of you, get off my set! You are causing a disruption! Call security!"

The next few moments were a whirlwind of activity as security guards rushed forward and dragged the teenage girls off the set, most of them sobbing and crying for Anastasia to notice them. Anastasia didn't say anything, but she managed to peek around the man's shoulder and give the girls a tremulous wave and a smile before they were taken away.

"Oh my God Ana, are you alright?" her mother rushed forward and pushed past the man to hug her daughter. "They didn't hurt you, did they?"

"I'm fine Mom, I promise," Anastasia assured her mother, hugging her back. She turned to look at the man who had protected her. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he said.

"Yes, thank you Christian," Gregor nodded distractedly, looking utterly distressed about what occurred. "Anastasia, I can't tell you how sorry I am this happened. Christian here had warned me there were some fans of yours congregating outside, and I thought we could subvert them by bringing you through the back door, but it appears as if they snuck in through the back too. I am so deeply sorry you had to go through this on my set…"

"Please, Gregor, don't worry about it," Anastasia reassured him. "It's not that big of a deal. I promise, I'm more used to this than you'd think."

"Can we please just get on with this photoshoot now that the chaos is over?" Anastasia's mother asked, still looking upset that this had happened. "We don't have all day."

"Yes, of course - right this way," Gregor said quickly, ushering them toward the makeup room. Before Anastasia was led away, however, she stopped and turned back toward the security guard.

"Your name's Christian, right?" she asked him.

"Yes ma'am. Christian Grey," Christian responded, folding his hands in front of him in a professional stance.

"And you're a security guard for this building?"

"No ma'am. Gregor hired my company to provide security for your photoshoot today," Christian explained. "We're a private business."

Ana nodded. "And what's your company called?"

"Taylor-Jones Security LLC," Christian said, pulling out a business card from his front breast pocket and handing it to her.

"Right," Anastasia nodded, taking the card and gazing down at it before looking back up at him. "Thank you again for protecting me, Christian. Your employer will be hearing from my people sometime tomorrow."

Christian blinked, a bit taken aback. "Ms. Steele, if you're upset about what just happened, you can take it up with me right now and I'll have a word with my employers…"

"I'm not upset," Anastasia reassured him. "Quite the opposite, actually - I'm looking to hire on some new private security. Your company does CPO work, I presume?"

"Um… yes ma'am," Christian said, a bit bemused.

"Great," Anastasia nodded, turning to walk away. "You'll get a call from my people tomorrow."

She then followed Gregor into the makeup room, a couple other people trailing behind them. Christian was left to simply stand there, still in shock of what had just happened.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed my first chapter! If you did, please review :)

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