Miley was staring at an old picture of when she was just seven years old. Jackson was eight, with his coconut shaped hair and his front two teeth missing. He was always so stubborn and immature back then... not like he hasn't changed now. Miley missed her mom more than anything and she would give anything to see her one more time. Everything's changed since her mom died. Miley was the big superstar "Hannah Montana" but no one knew except her family. "Miley! It's time to go on stage!" her dad called from outside the dressing room. "I'll be out in a second!" She gave one last glance at the picture, and took off the anklet that was on her ankle. It was from her mom that was given to Miley when she was younger. "I hope you like my show tonight mommy. I'm dedicating it you." She kissed her anklet and put it back on around her ankle. She put her long, blonde haired wig on her head. Grabbing her microphone, getting lead to the stage, the only thing on her mined was her mom, knowing how proud she would be if she was still alive. "Try not to sound like a dying cow when your out there!" he said in his teasing tone. She rolls her eyes giving him a glare. "Says the guy who sings Grenade in the shower!" Her dad said laughing. Jackson got red and stood there silent. "Hannah your on stage in 30 seconds!" said one of the backstage crew. "HANNAH! HANNAH! HANNAH!" the crowd cheered. "5..4..3..2.." she counted back in her head. Hearing the strum of the electric guitars on stage, to her hit "Blue Jeans" was her cue. "Let's do this." She said to herself, stepping out on the stage.