AN: This is my first Fanfic so forgive me if it sucks. The first few chapters are a bit boring as they just introduce the story and characters. Still I hope you read it, and enjoy it, and review it and tell me what you think :) Thanks :)
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Chapter 1
(Miley's POV) - Future
I never thought it would come down to this. Me, a pencil, and a piece of paper. My whole life I had worked to keep my story a secret. I didn't want anyone to know anything more about me than the absolute necessities. No one knew where I came from, where I was, or where I was going, and that was the way I liked it. It seems a bit ironic to me, then, that I should be the one writing my story down, does it not to you? But someone told me long ago that invisibility isn't always the solution to every problem. I'm proud of my life, so what is there to hide? I'm going to share my story with the world, no more secrets, nothing to hide, and nothing to fear. I always said I was fearless, so what am I waiting for. This is my story, from beginning to end, every smile, every tear, documented right here, on this piece of paper.
(Miley's POV) - Present Day
I was so nervous. No, so excited. No, so worried. Actually I didn't know what I was feeling. Ultimately this wasn't what I was supposed to be doing, I was never the Hollywood kind of girl, but this was the only way.
When a local producer first offered me a record deal, I was so excited. We recorded a single in the basement of his Ottawa home and got it on some local radios. It was so well received that, Mitchell, my producer, sent to radio stations all across North America. Mitchell then decided I should record a CD over the summer, in the studio in the basement of his home. I could still hang with my family and friends, do all the volunteer work I had planned, and live my dream. My dream was to share my music with the world, but I didn't want to become a celebrity, Disney ruined those chances.
About 2 weeks after my single had been released Disney got wind of it and were apparently "blown away by my talent" so they had to take control of my record deal. Basically they bought out the small recording company Mitchell owned and made me do the CD in Los Angeles. Mitchell is still my producer but now we are recording in a much nicer studio, so he says, in L.A. At first I was really excited but now I'm just nervous, I wasn't like most people and on top of that I had to live with Demi Torres, a huge Disney Star!
"Miley! Come on let's go!" my mum shouted from downstairs.
I took one last look around my room to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything, before grabbing my white polka-dot tote bag and heading out my room, shutting the door behind me. I ran down the stairs to see my impatient mother standing in the doorway, with one hand on her hip and the other dangling car keys. I flashed a smile at her as I slipped on my black low top converse and ran out the front door.
My dad was standing on the driveway by the car; he couldn't come to the airport with me since he had work and my grandparents, who were currently visiting, to deal with.
"All set Miles?" my dad asked.
I nodded as he hugged me goodbye. "I love you daddy," I whispered before climbing into the waiting car with my mum.
The car ride to the airport was boring, my mum and I were both a bit indulged in our own thoughts to bother with any small talk. I stared at myself in the reflection in the car window. What would the people think of me? Would I be too boring for them? I was a rather plain girl. I looked a little longer. My long brown hair sat in waves on my back, I was wearing grey straight-legged sweatpants and a yellow aeropostale t-shirt with my black and yellow school hoodie over the top. Nothing really matched but at the moment I didn't care, I was going on an airplane. Call me stupid, but I'd rather be comfy than fashionable.
I watched as the car drove along the familiar route to the airport. I had taken that very same route an uncountable number of times, some joyful to pick up family or go visit them on vacation and other much sadder times, to drop off family. I didn't really know if this time was joyful or sad, it was sad to be going away from the city and all the people in it I know and love, but happy because I was about to start one of the most exciting adventures of my life.
The car slowly pulled to a halt in the departure parking lot. I got out after my mum and grabbed my two suitcases, dragging them to the check in and placing them on the luggage belt. After checking in I proceeded to walk with my mum to security. I clutched my bag tighter as my silent steps brought me closer and closer to the goodbye I'd been dreading for days. I know it would only be 1 ½ months until I'd see my mum again, but I hadn't been away for more than 10 days, and that was recently on a school trip, this wasn't the same.
Too soon, we reached the security barrier. I turned around and faced my mum, and saw tears in her eyes. Immediately tears filled my eyes, as a grasped my mum into a tight hug. She pulled away first.
"I love you Miley, don't you ever forget that," she said looking me straight in the eye. "Have fun out there and call me as soon as you get there".
"Okay, bye mummy, I love you," I managed through my tears, as I turned around, placed my bag on the security x-ray, and walked through the metal detector to face the unknown.
