This is a story written by my friend Jenni and she is a great writer, so I thought you would like to read it.
Disclaimer: Well, she's my BFF, so I don't think she owns HM...she does own Reilly and Rachel.
Hope you enjoy!
CHAPTER 1
I groaned as I flung my camera strap around my neck and flipped my red hair out of the strap so it ran wildly. I had just gotten my assignment from my boss. I had to go to a Hannah Montana concert! Of all the people, it had to be Princess Montana! I hated Hannah Montana. She was the reason my friends couldn't come to my birthday party. They were all at a Hannah Montana concert. She was the reason I had this death wish they call a job in the first place! I hated Hannah's guts and would do anything, anything to make the people agree with me. Except this time, I had to make her look good! These photos were for the cover and for the inside article about her. As if that wasn't bad enough, I also had to go backstage after the concert and intrerview her.
I got into my sister's car and she drove me to the concert. I had two front row tickets and a backstage pass. You see, Rachael got hired by Mr. Sewffer, or as I like to call him, Mr. Sewer, along with some other teenagers to drive us younger employees who can't drive yet to jobs. Rachael babbled the whole way about how lucky I was to actually meet Hannah Montana. Yeah right.
I climbed out of the car and gave Rache her ticket and she got parked in the crowded parking area. I sighed as I showed the person at the front my ticket and sat in the front row. If I did like Hannah Montana, I would've wanted to sit a few rows back so I could actually see the concert, but I didn't, and I didn't care that I had a front row seat where I couldn't see. Rache joined me.
"Ohmigosh, Reilly, I can't wait!" She was acting like a stupid child!
"Settle down and act your age! You're almost in college for crying out loud! It's not that big of a deal!" I said, settling down in my seat for the concert.
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I played with my brown hair nervously. "Daddy, what if I mess up? What if I forget the words?" I was still thinking about the time I had messed up the national anthem. That must've been the worst day in my life! A cup fly? What the heck was I thinking?
"Don't worry Miles! You've done this a million times!" Daddy said, leaning against my dressing room wall.
"But, this time the photographer from Concert People magazine is here!" I argued, hoping Daddy would repeat what he had just said.
"Ok, then, don't mess up," he said.
"Daddy!" I yelled, putting on my blonde 'hair' so I was clompletely transformed into Hannah Montana.
"10 minutes Ms. Montana," a woman came in and informed me.
"Thanks!" I called. I stood up after putting the final touches with my make-up. We walked out and I put on my headset.
Lilly ran up to me. She wore her purple wig. "Look at that crowd out there!" she said
I peeked out the curtain and saw Oliver sitting loyally in the third row. I saw Jackson and some girl, probably his newest date... probably his only date ever. And I saw a fourteen year old in the front row looking bored and mad. She looked kinda familiar. And teenager that looked like she was almost in college next to the other girl looking strangely excited. "O-kay..." I thought, kinda creeped out.
"Wow Lola, that is a lot..." I said, getting more nervous. I called her Lola because... well... I don't really know why... she says it's because if they knew that Hannah Montana's best friend was Lilly, then they might trace it back to me, Miley.
"And now... announcing Hannah Montana!" The screen said. People in the crowd screamed.
"Here we go," I thought and stepped out onto the stage as the music for The Best Of Both Worlds started up.
I hope you enjoyed! Please R&R! NO FLAMES PLEASE!
