"Daddy?"
"Yes, midget?"Joe asked his 9 year old daughter. They were sitting at home, at their piano.
Meedith always impressed Joe. Even though she looked almost exactly alike, they had many differances.
Miley had never played piano, no matter how hard Joe pleaded to let him teach her just one
note. Meredith happily played the large instrument instead of taking up guitar.
"I wanna be a popstar. Like you and momma were when you were younger."
Joe chuckled inwardly before saying, "Well, midget. That's a one in a million chance"
Meredith looked her father straight in the eyes and with a dead serious tone said, "I want
to be that one"
Joe grinned pulling out his cellphone. "You absolutley sure?" He asked double-checking with her.
"Positive."she replied.
Nate-Hello?
Joe-Nate? I have a possible client for you.
Nate-I'm free at our old recording studio tomorrow from 2:45 to 3:50. Does my possible client write their own music?
Upon hearing this, Meredith dug a notebook and handed it to her dad. Placing his cell between his ear and shoulder he thumbed through the notebook. Joe let out a low whistle as he saw his daughter's handy work. Flashing her a thumbs up he returned to the phone conversation.
Joe-Yeah Nate. She can write.
Nate-I'll take your word for it. Remember, 2:45. Don't be late.
Joe-Can I be early?
Nate-(groans) Goodbye Joe!
Joe-Bye Nate
"2:45? What about school?" Meredith asked worriedly.
"You still want to go to regular school and be a popstar"
"Crazier things have been done dad"
"True. But wont it be weird trying to concentrate while everyone's trying to get your autograph"
Meredith thought for a moment. "I can just wear a wig. Or what did Clark Kent do"
"Wore glasses"
"Oh I think I'll just wear a wig." Joe laughed.