This is a story about a girl named Miley…
MILEY'S POV
Early
morning
She wakes up
Knock, knock, knock on the door
I wake up for another day of shooting my movie when I hear a kock at the door, it's my butler with a beautiful bouqet of flowers. I wish it was from Jake or even Oliver but it was just from the studio.
It's
time for makeup
Perfect smile
It's you they're all waiting
for
I get to the studio I put on my pefect smile and my makeup artist flood my face with tones of makeup.
They
go,isn't she lovely
This Hollywood girl
There was a knock at the door. I rush over and there stands Billy, my costar, then he took me by the waist. "And Cut." the director yells across the room. "Finally, we have done it a million times!" I screamed as I ran over to my chair and looked into my hand mirror.
And
they say she's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries with
her lonely heart, thinking
If there is nothing missing in my
life
Then why do these tears come at night.
Lost in an image,
in her dream
But there's no one there to wake her up
And the
world is spinning, and she keeps on winning
But tell me what
happens when it stops?
They go…
"Isn't she lovely, this
Hollywood girl?"
And
they say she's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries with
her lonely heart, thinking
If there is nothing missing in my
life
Then why do these tears come at night
That
night I went home and just cried, cried about every thing. Losing
Jake, my friends, my brother, and my dad. All I have is me. "Best
actress, and the winner is…Hannah!"
I wallked up to the stage and took my award and put on my best smile and walked back to the crowd toward my limo.
"I'm
Roger Johnson for Pop News standing outside the arena waiting for
Hannah"
"Oh my god…here she comes!"
I got back into my limo, and looked out into the crowd and I saw a girl pointing at the seat next to me, she had a sad expression on her face. I looked down and my mirror was there. I picked it up and in and saw me in my brown hair with Jake, Lilly, Oliver, my dad and my brother. I looked back at the girl and she looked like me with my brown hair and she was crying.
Isn't
she lucky, this Hollywood girl?
She is so lucky, but why does she
cry?
If there's nothing missing in her life
Why do these tears
come at night?!
And
they say she's so lucky, she's a star she's so lucky,
she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries with
her lonely heart, thinking
If there is nothing missing in my
life
Then why do these tears come at night
But she cry, cry, cries with her lonely heart,
thinking
If there is nothing missing in my life
Then why do
these tears come at night
I went home and fell asleep with my mirror and crying softly.
