Hannah Montana
The Girl Who Could Be Should Be Me
By. Tate Icasa
Author's Note/Explaination: This story takes place before Jake arrives, but at any time after Oliver discovers Miley's secret. This is a completely random thing I wrote while sugar high. The whole thing is a dream sequence.
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Miley Stewart sits in the audience of a Hannah Montana concert, happily listening to the music, and singing along under her breath. Suddenly, the audience is gone, and she is standing beside Hannah, holding a microphone loosely.
"That's good." Hannah says kindly.
"Not as good as you."
"Yes, as good as me." She smiles. "We are, after all, the same person."
"No. I'm not you."
"But you could be."
::Miley's POV::
I could be Hannah Montana. It was true. I could put on the wig, and go out on that stage and be myself instead of turning into Hannah. But I won't.
"No." I say. "I couldn't be you."
"Couldn't, or wouldn't?" She asks.
I hesitate. "Wouldn't. When would I get any peace of mind?"
"Since when do you get peace of mind as it is?"
Well, that certainly isn't helping. "Could you be me?" I challenge.
"Easily."
::Hannah's POV::
Wow, I can't believe I just said that.
"Really?" She asks, and I can tell she can't believe it either.
"Yes." I say, feeling the need to be confident. "Because the only people who would pay enough attention to notice already consider us to be the same." Well, that's true, anyway. Not exactly phrased as nicely as I'd have liked, but true.
"You should be me." I say quickly.
"Why?"
Yes, why indeed.
"Because. You've been you your whole life. Average, normal, you deserve this. You'd be good at it. And I could use the time off."
She laughs. "Sorry, but I'd rather not."
I can't really blame her, and I nod. The rest of the stage begins to fade.
"Its time to wake up." She says.
"Yes." I say, and I close my eyes without another glance at the girl who could be, should be me.