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"But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve / For daws to peck at: I am not what I am." (Othello I.I)
"'Othello's the name and you don't forget it because after the concert Saturday night at the Seaview Stadium, I assure you that you'll be screaming it.' And there you have it, folks. From the bright new-comer to the stage himself, Owen Othello. He will be performing to a sold-out stadium this Saturday night. The show starts---" Miley Stewart, the true identity of Hannah Montana, turned off her television in outrage. How could they cancel a Hannah Montana concert for this... Rockstar. What was he, only fourteen years old?
Miley called Lily Truscott, her very best friend, for advice. Lily had always given Miley the best advice there was, 'This is the life, hold on tight. This is the dream, it's all you need,' was some of her best work. "Is Hannah Montana losing her fan base, Lily? Are people at school saying stuff about Hannah that I'm not hearing?" Miley was having a nervous breakdown. "Lily!" She cried, when her friend didn't respond right away.
While Miley was whining over the phone, Lily thought about the whole situation at hand. She remembered how big Hannah Montana used to be. How, before she knew Miley was Hannah, everyone was always gushing to their friends about her and her latest concert at the Seaview Stadium. But, if there was no Hannah Montana to gush about... Lately, Hannah's spotlight was a little dim because of Owen Othello. "Maybe you need a new edge," Lily suggested, "This 'Owen Othello' is really talented. He's nothing like you," she told Miley.
Miley screamed into the receiver, "Are you saying that I'm not talented?" Miley rambled on about how she was and that her best friend should know that, what with her once-famous, Folk-singing father, how could she not be. "But then again, look at Jackson... that boy can break the mirror in the bathroom when he showers---"
Lily interrupted her friend, "You are talented. Owen Othello is Rock, while you're Pop. That's all that I meant by it," she clarified to her best friend. Miley was relieved and sighed. "Now, are you feeling better or do you need a pint of Ben & Jerry's and a good comedy with Oliver and me?" Lily asked her friend.
Miley shook her head, then realizing that didn't answer Lily, she said, "I'll pass, I'm sure you and Oliver want to be alone tonight." Lily laughed nervously on the other end. "Oh, come on, like I didn't know!" Miley said to her. "You can't get anything past me, Miley, your best friend!" Lily laughed nervously again, made an excuse and hung up the phone.
"That was odd," Lily said to herself, after getting off the phone with Miley. Oliver, Lily's best male friend, was on the boardwalk with her when Miley called. The two had been out catching the waves all afternoon and were now sharing a soft pretzel. The two were both wet and salty, wearing their rash guards and carrying their surfboards with them. They were heavy buggers, but they couldn't just leave them lying on the beach.
Oliver looked away from the front of the newspaper he was reading while a lady sat on the stool behind Lily reading the inside and he focused in on Lily, "Wha' was?" he asked her, with soft pretzel in his mouth. The sight was foul to see, it made Lily a bit queasy. She turned to see what Oliver had been reading, "Who's that 'Owen Othello' person?" Oliver asked Lily as she read the headline, 'Othello steals Montana's stage'.
Lily grabbed the newspaper from the lady who was reading it and read on, "'Hannah Montana, the former Pop sensation that roamed these Malibu lands has recently been stomped on by Owen Othello, a new sound to the stage, who's taking Pop music out of Malibu's water and replacing it with Rock---'" Lily read out loud to Oliver. "Oh man!" Lily said, pushing the newspaper away from her and throwing her head down onto the counter.
Oliver watched as Lily's head fell, he silently said 'Ouch!' and turned to Jackson, Miley's older brother who worked at Rico's, the beach hut, "Hey Jackson, I think we need a pop over here!" Oliver called, ordering a soda for Lily. The newspaper had fallen to the ground and Oliver picked it up as he waited for Lily's drink. He looked at the photo taken of the Rockstar. The photo showed him wearing black sunglasses, so it was hard to really make out his face. In compliance to the photo printed, Owen Othello had tousled blonde hair and his face had compelling features. His smile, for one, was engaging. According to the article and the interview that followed, Owen fidgeted a lot and always had to brush his hair out of his eyes. "You can't say he isn't handsome, though," Oliver said to Lily, sliding the article back under her nose.
"That's besides the point, Oliver!" Lily said, looking down at the photo. "Oh, but his hair is gorgeous!" Lily said, picking the newspaper back up again. "I wish he didn't wear those sunglasses though," she said, her tone sounded a little disappointed. Lily only imagined what Owen Othello really did look like. Jackson handed Lily her pop and Oliver generously paid for it. "It says here that he lives in Malibu," Lily said, siting the interview. She pointed it out to Oliver, who leaned over to read it. "I wonder if we've ever seen him before," she thought out loud.
Oliver laughed, "Don't you think it'd be like when Jake Ryan was here? Everyone would be swarming him like bees to their honeycomb." Lily nodded, she never thought of that. She and Oliver returned to skimming the article, now completely intrigued. "And he's our age," Oliver said, pointing to a little 'Quick facts' column near the photo. "Name: Owen Othello; Age: 15; Birthdate: July 9, 1991; Hometown: Malibu, CA---" Oliver read to Lily.
Lily smiled, "He's cute," she said and asked Jackson for a pair of scissors. "This photo is going up on my wall when I get home," she said to Oliver. He looked at her in disbelief. One minute, she hated the Rockstar for stealing Hannah's stadium and now, all she could think about was Owen Othello. Oliver couldn't help but be a little jealous.