I unfortunately do not own Miley Cyrus, Hannah Montana, or any of the songs, although I really do wish I did. Are they for sale?

"I'm a lucky girl/Whose dreams came true/But underneath it all/I'm just like you!" Hannah coed into the mike. I pictured myself meeting her, or even becoming her friend. But each time I imagined either of those things, I wasn't just another fan—I was a megastar celebrity who she arranged to meet personally. That was my dream. I wanted to be just like her, in the sense of performing and fame. I would donate my riches to charities and hand out concert tickets randomly. I would be the nicest celebrity on the block!

This was my dream. A secret dream that only me, myself, and I knew. I didn't dare tell a soul, not even my two best friends, for fear that they would mock me instead of support me, even though they're totally not that kind of person.

Let me tell you a little more about myself. My name is Vanessa Marcos. My great grandparents are actually immigrants from Spain, so my whole bloodline is Spanish, including me. My great grandparents had to overcome hurdles and racism, but thankfully things have changed now that it's 2008. I have long, black hair about ¾ of the way down my back. I have side bangs and big green eyes. They are so exuberant and bright against my olive skin and black hair that I get noticed easily and quickly. That's one quality that an aspiring popstar has got to be equipped with. Like Hannah has that gorgeous blonde hair cascading down her back and those big blue eyes. I'm way above average height and intelligence wise, and a little below average weight wise. And that's because a year ago, when I was thirteen, I dealt with an eating disorder—anorexia. And I still haven't gotten back up to my natural weight. Anorexia is where you deprive yourself of food because you think you're fat. It's like an over excessive diet. It's also a dangerous and fatal path. Thankfully, with the help of my friends and family, I took a U-turn before I was in too deep and too far to turn around. I thought I was fat because I'm super tall, meaning I have more places that need muscles and fat (since there's more of me than, say, a short person). When I stepped on a scale, I guess I forgot that I was so tall and muscular. Anyways, back to describing the happy things about me. I have a really up-to-date fashion sense, because I pour over celebrity gossip and fashion magazines as if they were feasts and I was a hungry vagrant looking for something to eat. And, that's basically all you need to know about me—oh, wait, I forgot to tell you about my two best friends. Well, they were attending the concert with me, so you'll soon learn about them.

"She is hot," whispered Samuel (a.k.a. Sam, my best guy friend). "I would totally—" My best gal friend, Hadley, put her hand over his mouth and whisper-shouted, "Ew, gross, Sam!" Sam shrugged and made a suppressed noise. Then I saw Hadley's face scrunch up and she let out a very loud "GROSS!" Everyone within hearing distance of us (which, of course, wasn't many, since Hannah had begun "Life's What You Make It" and the screaming has reached its highest point) turned and gave us the death stare, probably thinking Hadley was insulting Hannah. The reason Hadley had screamed so loud was began Sam had been concocting a wad of spit in his mouth. He released it and it completely covered Hadley's hand that was covering up his mouth. Hadley is a perfectionist and likes everything to be clean. She quickly rubbed all of the saliva off of her hand and onto Sam, her eyes shut the whole way.

So now you've got a handle on the personalities, I'll explain to you about the appearance. Hadley has this really beautiful smoldering orange and red hair (it's natural). She has a couple freckles dotting her pale skin, but no pimples or blemishes. Her eyes are also green, but a duller shade. She is classified as beautiful in the social hierarchy of our high school. I am, too, but more of an exotic beauty. She's naturally slender and just a little bit above average height. She's currently single, though a lot of guys have asked her out or slipped her love notes or flowers.

Samuel has long dirty blonde hair (like Cody Linley's, only darker) and is a total skater dude, complete with tight "girl" pants and graphic T-shirts. He actually does have a girlfriend, but he's compensating whether he should keep her or dump her, since she's a little bit of a brat suddenly. We know he won't, but something might happen. Samuel has milk chocolate eyes (that's what we call them) and he's a little below average height. But he's really skinny and, if I can say this, he's pretty darn adorable. He's classified as cute skater punk at our school.

Now that I've explained all of that, we can get back to the story!

Hannah finished off with an encore of Best of Both Worlds and then bid us all farewell and goodnight. The crowd erupted into a fit of applause and screams. She bowed graciously and exited. People started filing out of the arena, but we stayed put. We only had to walk a few blocks, and it was a perfectly crisp and balmy spring night outside. After thirty minutes off quietly sorting through pictures of her and talking about her overall performance, we realized everyone had left but us. And Hannah apparently didn't see that. I saw her walk onto the stage to check out something new her producers had come up with. She looked tired and cranky. But I was in for a huge surprise as me and my friends coward behind the seats. Hannah reached up and got a firm grip on her beautiful blonde hair and tugged. It slid off revealing curly brown hair pulled up into a ponytail!

Of course, Hadley, Samuel, and I just gawked at what we'd just witnessed. What else could we do? Besides, if we were noticed, we would get sent away for sure! Of course, Samuel had to break the tension and our cover.

"She's even hotter as a brunette!" he commented loudly.

Brunette-Hannah's head whipped, facing the source of the sound.

"Uh-oh."