Chapter One - Solo

You speak to me and in your words I hear a melody

But in the twilight it's so hard to see what's wrong for me

I can't resist until you give the truth a little twist

As if you're gonna get away with this, you're not sorry

My name is Miley Hope and everything I want to do is music. Well, kind of everything I'm doing now is music, so I can say I'm living out my dream. I'm 19 and I was born in Nashville, Tennessee; on 23rd of November in a big house with ranch and tons of different animals, which were my hidden passion. As a kid I was not very different from all the other kids - I was going to school, playing games, singing, writing songs for each guy who broke my heart, doing my homework, gossip-ing, having friends, hanging out and that's all. My family was not famous and I was not rich. Either way, I was not poor, but still I was not able to have all of the things I wanted, but you can look at me right now, I'm big person and I grew up well and the only thing I can do is to be thankful to my parents - father Billy Hope; mother Tish Hope for racing me well and my sissy - Lilly Hope for never letting me go down. My bestfriend name was Demi Chains. Actually, she was always there for me - when I was sad, when I was happy, when I first kissed (later for that), when I got my first platinum CD and when I got heartbroken. We've been friends since we were like at the freaking age of 2. Hah. It sounds strange to keep friendship with someone with Hollywood, but as you see with me and her - yes, it's possible thing.

Maybe, you think I have perfect life, but that's so far from the truth. I'm an worldwide pop-sensation and the paparazzi never leave me alone. I get death-threads by my haters. The media almost hates me and I do a wrong, it doesn't matter if it's big or not. I don't have any friends who post in gossip sites, which means I get no support from them and they never stop to post rumors about me. There are like 1000 hate-accounts called "We Hate Miley", "Miley Sucks", "We don't stand that biatch Miley" (and other) in social networks like Facebook and Twitter. I'm usually shipped with guys I've never met, but my manager Polly Hall and crew says that there is no such thing as bad advertisement and every kind of advertisement can boost my career. In the other side, I have my fans, family, fan-club called "HopeWorld" and some strange random supporters.

Well, WELCOME to my life. The life of Miley Hope.

By the way, Polly is an amazing person - she's like my second mom. I love her with all my heart, but believe me, sometimes she's so bad and I don't even want to know her in this times.

Since by now, I've had all of my singles platinum and triple-platinum in America, Europe and Australia. I've won a few Grammy awards, I've had 10 million followers on Twitter and 25 million fans on Facebook and I think I can say I was doing pretty good. Of course, my sales can be better, but my concert-tours were selling fast like the sun moves.

The last month, I started working on my third CD. I still have no idea how to call it. Add that I have only one song recorded called "Love Me Like Money" and nah, I don't like it. It's a pure pop-bubblegum. Not something in my style.. but whatever. It wasn't written by me and If I have to be honest I don't like recording anything don't written by me, but that's how my job works and I don't always have right to accept. It's happening what Polly says. I was in some kind of writing-stop-moment and I wasn't really writing songs and composing music recently. I guess that's why yesterday she told me the worst news ever - I'll have to record a song with Nick Gray. You wonder who he is? He's a star like me, he's selling as good as me and I'm in competition with him. I hate him.. I know I don't know him in person, but of what I've heard and of what I've seen with my eyes, he wasn't that good person.

"Polly, do I really have to do the duet thing? =]" - I texted her nervously. She replied in like 5 seconds. Geez, she's fast! "Yeah, my dear". I texted her back "Why ;[" and she also texted me back "Honeybee, we've already talked about this. You have to make it. This duet will help both of you. :)" No. No freaking No. I don't want to do this. I don't care it's going to increase my career. "No, momma Polly I don't want to do it! I wanna be solo for the song" .. two minutes later. "It doesn't matter if you want to be solo. The duet is happening whatever you say. Tomorrow you have a meeting with him at 9 a.m in our office so you better go to bed. =] And there are no excuses to don't come! Bye, I love you. I hug you." That was the end of our conversation. I didn't replied back as I do all of the time.

Tomorrow was the day, so I decided to call Demz before I go to sleep. She was like my sister and I was able to talk to her about everything. One ring. Two rings. Third rings. Why she never looks for her phone.. and then she finally answered me.

"Demi, where are you?" - I asked.

"Home, why?" - She asked me.

"I just wanted to tell you that tomorrow I have to meet him and we'll discuss about out future projects. Do I have to go?"

"Yes, Miles, you have to go. Either way aunt Polly will kill you.."

"But.."

"There are no buts, you have to make it. Promise me you'll stay professional no matter how boring and bad he will be."

"I promise.. it's different when you're making me to promise it." - I mumbled.

"Now that's my chica! I gotta go, but I'll call you tomorrow if I can, so goodbye and goodnight, I love you!" - She said in the most rejoiced way I've ever heard. Ha, that's Demi, you never know what to expect from her.

I looked at the clock and it was already 1 a.m - too late. I got under the covers of my bed. I thought of what can happen tomorrow and got asleep.

The first chapter is more like a filler, but I hope you'll like it, please review and remember I don't own any of the names or the songs I used here. :)