New Girl In Town Chapter 1, a Hannah Montana + Camp Rock Crossover fanfic

A.N. In this story Miley is not famous yet. Everyone else is, though. Well, maybe somewhere along in the story somebody might not be. Oh, but anyways, Miley is girl who just got picked to be their ... thought I was gonna give away the story right. Muahahaha! Well it doesn't really matter actually, because you'll find out in a couple sentences anyway. And I'm sure you already know cause of the description box. Wow, I'm pretty dumb. Oh well, hope you like it. Oh yeah and all last names and performer names if I even use any except for the concerts are changed for copyright purposes. I own nada. Sorry that this chapter is kind of short. It's just meant to be an intro. Plus, it is my first story. Not that I'm using that as the excuse, but just so you know the other ones will be longer. Scout's honor. :) And also the updating times are going be kind of crazy. I'm taking advanced classes, I am in volleyball, I practice for the choir at church, and some singing deal just came up for the choir (there's only 5 of us) to sing on television. Anyways, you may be thinking, "Why the heck are you doing this if you are so busy?" Because I like to push my self until I can't take it anymore! Haha, no, I'm just kidding. But actually this is relaxing for me so it's like my little break. Um, I'm going try to upload the next chapter by next Friday, 4/15/11. I'm telling you the date just in case anybody is reading this and sees that I don't post by than so that you can yell at me. By the way, since this is my first story, if you have any thoughts on how I can improve my writing, tell me. I don't want to be here writing sucky stories when there's a way that I can improve them. Okay, well, enjoy!

Nick's P.0.V
I'm so pumped! Our first concert for the all-summer tour we're doing is starting in 20 minutes and I love to perform! Seeing our fans, hearing them scream our names, them telling us how much they love our music! It's awesome! And then add on top of that playing our music! It's heaven on earth! There's just one thing that's confusing me. Usually, my brothers and I are the ones who interview and pick the performers who are going to open for us, but this time my mom did. She just told us to trust her. That this person was going to be perfect for us. In fact, we're barely going to meet her tonight! Only our manager and my parents have met this person. My brothers and I tried to meet up with he or she a couple of times, but something always happened where we had to cancel. Also, instead of doing sound check today, she did it yesterday. Like I was saying, we were suppose to meet this person tonight but whoever this person is had trouble getting here and is running late. Ugh, I hate it when people are late. I mean, ok, I understand that nobody is perfect and that people will be late sometime, but come on! This is this person's first impression on us, their first performance! Don't they want to be on time for that! Oh, no! It's starting in less than 10 minutes and this person is still not here! Oh have I forgot to mention that I haven't even been told if this person is a boy or a girl?

"Hurry up, Nick! We're waiting on you so that we can pray before starting the show!" I heard my brother, Joe, yell from outside my dressing room door.

Oops. "I'm coming!" I yelled. I quickly put on my leather jacket, looked in the mirror to make sure I looked alright, and ran out.

"What's wrong with you, Nick? You're never late!" yelled Joe as we ran towards the side of the stage where everyone was waiting.

"I'm sorry. I just kind of lost track of time."

"Well, wake up man! We have a show to do!"

"Finally," my mom said as she sighed in relief when she saw us running towards the group.

" Where have you been, Nicholas? We have been waiting!" she said to me before calling everyone to come to where we were.

"Come on people! Gather around! We don't have much time thanks to Nicholas over here. She nodded her head and jabbed her thumb towards me.

"Mom, stop, please!" I mumbled under my breath, loud enough for only her to hear.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Moody. Let's pray everyone! Paul?" she said motioned towards my dad. God, sometimes she acts more like a teenager than I do.

"Ok yes. Um, everyone bow your heads. Dear Lord, thank you for giving us the opportunity to do this show tonight. We pray that this show that we are putting on tonight will be pleasing to you. You know that we don't do this for the fame or the money but just to glorify you. Please help us that everything will go smoothly and please just bless the boys' voices and all the instruments and sound system and all the stagehands and the seats and these fans out there. May the fans realize that you are the one in the boys. Thank you Lord. We love you so much. In Jesus name I pray, Amen."

As we were all breaking from the huddle, we got pulled back in. Apparently, dad had something to add.

"Oh, and please help this girl get here already!"

"Paul!" my mom said, embarrassed, hitting him on the arm.

"What? We're starting in less than five minutes and she's STILL not here!"

Hah, so my dad agrees with me. Well, I'm sure that just about everyone agrees with me right now. Oh, and now I know it's a girl. That explains a lot. Hey I'm not sexist but come on. You have to admit that girls are always slower in doing things.

"She's here!" I heard my mom shout with once again, a relieved sigh.

At the same time, I heard the stage manager say, "Two minutes till show time people!" and mutter under his breath," Thank God."

Okay enough about this girl. I'm going to on in 25 minutes. I need to focus on what's important. I don't care about this stupid girl who couldn't even be bothered to get here on time. I wonder what her name is? Stop it, Nick! Focus!

I could hear the announcer starting to introduce her. I listened closely for her name. So much for not caring.

"Are you guys excited to be here tonight?"

He was answered with millions of girls' screams.

"Okay well to start off the night, here's a girl with a rocking voice! May I please present to you all, newcomer, Miley Stewart!

So that's her name, huh? Miley Stewart. That's unique. I could hear the fans cheering, but I knew they weren't screaming half as loud as they were going to when we came out. Than, I saw her. She was walking out onto the stage yelling " Are you ready to rock tonight? I know I am!"

I hadn't even noticed her when she was standing next to me waiting for her name to be called. Wow, she's pretty. Wait, what are you thinking Nick? She is totally off limits. No dating equals less drama, period. Plus this summer is just supposed to be all about me, my fans, and my first love - music.

"Okay, to start us off, I thought I would sing one of the first songs I've ever written. Just to get us all in a dancy mood!" She laughed. Her laugh is so contagious. You can't help but laugh with her. "It's called Party in the USA. It's just about having fun, enjoying life, and that no matter how hard life gets, music can make anything better. How many of you guys believe that?" She was met with a bunch of cheers. "Okay than! Let's get this party started!"

(A.N. It's not just her she has backup dancers and she's dancing with them.)

I hopped of the plane at LAX with a dream and my cardigan.
Welcome to the land of fame excess.
Whoa! Am I gonna fit in?
Jumped in the cab.
Here I am for the first time.
Looked to my right and I see the Hollywood sign.
This is all so crazy!
Everybody seems so famous!
My tummies turnin' and I'm feeling kinda home sick.
Too much pressure and I'm nervous,
cause when the taxi man turn on the radio and a Jay-Z song was on,
and a Jay-Z song was on,
and a Jay- Z song was on.

So, I put my hands up.
They're playing my song,
and the butterflies fly away.
Noddin' my head like, "Yeah,"
Movin' my hips like, "Yeah,"
I got my hands up.
They're playing my song.
You know I'm gonna be ok.
Yeah! It's a party in the USA.
Yeah! It's a party in the USA.

Get to the club in my taxicab.
Everybody's lookin' at me now.
Like, "Who's that chick that's rockin' kicks?
She's gotta be from out of town."
So hard with my girls not around me.
It's definitely not a Nashville party,
cause' all I see are stilettos.
I guess I never got the memo.
My tummies turnin' and I'm feeling kinda home sick.
Too much pressure and I'm nervous.
That's when the D.J. dropped my favorite tune and a Britney song was on,
and a Britney song was on,
and a Britney song was on.

So, I put my hands up.
They're playing my song, and the butterflies fly away.
Noddin' my head like, "Yeah,"
Movin' my hips like, "Yeah,"
I got my hands up.
They're playing my song.
You know I'm gonna be ok.
Yeah! It's a party in the USA.
Yeah! It's a party in the USA.

Feel like hoppin' on a flight
back to my hometown tonight.
Something stops me everytime.
The D.J. plays my song and I feel all right!

She was beautiful. She was a good dancer, too. I could tell she was in her own little world, one that only involved her, the fans, and the music. She was having the time of her life out there. It reminded me of the first time I performed. When the song finished she started up another one called Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. Then another one called Breakout. Another called See You Again. Finally, her last one was called Every Rose Has It's Thorn. I felt like I was hypnotized. I didn't even notice them hand me my guitar and say that we were going on in 5 minutes. I finally broke out of it when I felt my brothers shove me to behind the stage. There was going to be smoke coming from the center of the stage. There's a small crawl out space under the drum stand that was also in the center. My brothers and I were going to crawl out of it, stand up, play the first few chords of our first song, than emerge from the smoke.

"Seriously, what is up with you?" Joe asked while we waited for her to finish up the last song.

" I don't know man, but don't worry. You know that as soon as I get on that stage I forget about everything else except the music." I said trying to reassure him.

"Okay," he said, but I could tell that he was still unsure.

"Give it up for Miley Stewart everybody!" I heard the announcer say. This is it. Time to do what I love best.