A/N: This is just a random one shot I thought up; I may make it a two shot if I get a good response. Remember to review at the bottom.
I picked up that big scrapbook, the one I used to put all the articles about Hannah Montana in. the layer of dust told me it had been far too long since I had opened "the Hannah Book", yes I evened labeled the book like I had labeled the closet. I sat just holding the book remembering being on stage, thousands of fans screaming my name, some paying 200 dollars for backstage tickets, some driving over three hours just to see me, Hannah Montana. That rush I got after performing was addicting, it seemed like I couldn't get enough, no matter how many people I'd perform for, and it never mattered who I'd perform for either, I mean I performed for the Queen for goodness sakes and still that wasn't enough, for me even.
I remembered when Daddy, Jackson and I all moved to California from Tennessee. I think it was in fifth grade, no one knew who Hannah Montana was, I was still free to do as I pleased, and that first day going to a new school scared the bejeebers out of me. I sat on the stairs of the Malibu beach house, and would not budge not matter what Daddy promised me, I just wanted to go home. I was bawling, missing my old friends. "Come on bud" he said, like he always had when he wanted to comfort me. "School ain't that scary" he said taking me hand in his, as soon as we were holding hands I wasn't scared anymore all of it rushed out of me.
Blowing softly on the cover of the book, the dust floated away in cloud destined to drift and settle on something else. I felt the soft leather cover of the book, it sent chills down my back. I carefully opened the book, hoping nothing would fall out. Nothing did. I opened the first page it was an article from the Nashviller. It was only a small article but it was my first one ever.
A little girl named Hannah Montana, won the city wide talent contest today. Her voice was amazing for just being 7 years old. To be honest, in my opinion, she blew all the other contestants away; she sang her heart out and danced along as a family friend played a melody on the guitar, that presumably she made up. We got to ask her a few questions before she had to pile in the family van with her parents and older brother.
Did you think you were going to win? You could see the wheels turning, as she thought about her answer
HM: Well, yes I love singing, singing is what I do, it makes me happy inside.
Do you wanna be a singer when you grow up? This time her answer was immediate.
HM: I already am a singer, I sing all the time silly. She said with a smile on her face.
HM: I got to go my mom is calling me, she said before running off to the waiting van.
I laughed at my answers, I remember that day as if it was yesterday, as soon as I got in the car Jackson thumped me on the head, saying something about how he couldn't be late to the 'little Mr. rodeo Rodeo'. Of course mom and dad congratulated me like any good parent. I flipped the page, this one was the record contract, me and dad signed when I was in 6th grade. It was a 5 record deal, with 50 of the sales profits going to me, and the initially money I got from it was five million, dad had put a contingency the for every week a single was #1 on the charts I would get an additional million, and if the album went platinum I would get an extra five million on top of that. At the time none of that mattered to me, all I cared about was getting people to listen to what I sung.
I flipped through a lot of the 'Tiger Beat', 'BOP' and 'Popstar' interviews and articles, there was a specific one I was looking for now. There it was, it had a picture of 18 year old me and the title was "Who Is Hannah Montana? And where does she live?"
Who Is Hannah Montana? And where does she live?
Hannah Montana, America's song bird, America's sweetheart. She's been around for a while now. Girls like her because she's modest down to earth, and her lyrics bring a heart touching something-somethin to you and boys like her because she's hot. But something that's eating away at this journalist is that she has NEVER been photographed by the paparazzi, doing normal things. I know what a few of you are going to say "well there was Jacksannah", yes there was Jacksannah but as she had stated in later articles they did it on purpose so he could get a little spot light.
But truly has anyone seen her out shopping, or getting a Starbucks coffee? Does she pay people to do that, and she does have enough money to pay for. And where does she live? She says she lives in Malibu, but no one has ever seen her around here.
I called her to do a phone interview with me and she agreed.
So Hannah what do you do during the day?
HM: well, I work with my tutors on school work, I write songs, I have out with friends, I work.
Do you ever go to Sarbucks?
HM: OMG I LOVE Starbucks, I always get the mocha Frappachino
Then why hasn't anyone ever seen you at star bucks?
HM: what?
I asked you why no one has ever seen you at Starbucks?
HM: I. uh, send my assistant to go out and get it.
Do you go shopping?
HM: I love to go shopping my friend and I just went the….. I mean my assistant goes and gets our clothes to.
What kind of car do you drive?
HM: a black Yaris. Why are you asking me this?
Oh no reason, Ok I want to know why you sing lyrics about being normal and doing, Normal things when you never do?
HM:…………….
She hung up on me. I called her back and her rep said that she had a family emergency, but I highly doubt that.
If you recall about 3 years ago there was a school girl in Malibu who clamed to be Hannah Montana, but later took it back. What if, What if she really was Hannah, What if Hannah goes to school during the day like other teenagers her age, what if she is a hiding a secret from the world, a secret that could either make or break her career?
The truth never stays hidden long,
Jane
I remember that article it changed my career, people looked at me, Miley different, because they remembered me from that TV report, people began to treat me a little different, they looked at me, and people started asking me if I was Hannah, I always tried to laugh it off graciously, they said if I flopped a blond wig on, and sang I could be her, because I already had the Yaris, secrets can't last forever.