Hannah Montana…EXPOSED!

Chapter 1: This is NOT happening!

My first fanfic. So critique is needed I guess. Written with inspiration from ABERCROMBiE chic xo0 My very best friend.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. Duh.

We never met

But that's okay

Cause you will be askin' for me one day

Don't wanna wait

In line

The moment is mine believe me

Hannah Montana rocked on stage. It was her 15th birthday and she was excited about it. The stage's backdrop said "Happy Birthday Hannah Montana!" in a glittery font. Hannah thought it would be cool to have a concert birthday party so regular kids who bought the $90 dollar tickets could attend and celebrate with her. The celebrities invited were backstage because they were "too cool to watch a concert since we've hung out with Hannah plenty".

Don't close your eyes
Cause it's a chance worth takin'
And I think that I can shake it
I know where I stand
I know who I am
I would never run away when life gets bad
It's everything I see
Every part of me
Don't I get what I deserve
I've got nerve

The crowd cheered and clapped, waving their signs in the air. Hannah felt a wave of enthusiasm rush through her. This was why she loved doing what she did. She began to sing her last song.

There you go again talking cinematic
Yeah you!
Your charming...
Got everybody star struck
I know how you always seem to go
For the obvious
Instead of me
Get a ticket and you'll see

If we were a movie
You'd be the right guy
and I'd be the best friend
That you'd fall in lo—

Hannah was cut short when a backup dancer lost her footing and fell forward. Not wanting to fall flat on her face, Clara, the dancer, tried to get a hold of Hannah's shoulders to steady herself.

The audience gasped. Hannah turned to see if Clara was alright and Hannah's jaw dropped. Or should I say, MILEY's jaw dropped.

Clara was holding Hannah's wig.

"Hannah lost her hair!" Miley heard someone say.

"She's not a blonde? Aww man. To think I had a massive crush on her."

"Does she have cancer?"

Oh no, oh no no no. This is NOT happening! Miley thought.

If Miley thought this couldn't get any worse, she might've forgotten that her face was being projected on a huge screen next to the stage and millions of cameras were on her for taping her birthday bash. And, it was live TV.

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At Amber's house, Amber and Ashley were watching the Hannah Montana Birthday Bash. They tried to get tickets but they were sold out in a heartbeat.

"Oh my gosh, Ashley," Amber said. "Look at Hannah's make-up! It's sooo pretty. SHE is soooo pretty. Like us."

"I totally know what you're saying. It must be hard for non pretty people. Like…Miley Stewart! She doesn't compare to Hannah's and our beauty." Ashley told Amber.

"Ohh I love this song!" Amber got up and danced to If We Were a Movie.

"Oh my gosh me tooooooo!"

"WHOAH! Ashley! Look! Hannah's hair fell off!

"She looks like Loser Miley!" They both said. "Ooooohhh! Tsss."

After staring at the TV screen, they realized it WAS Miley.

"You know, I always thought Miley was cool. She's got like, the total best fashion sense." Amber said.

"I know, totally."

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Miley grabbed the wig out of Clara's hand shoved it back onto her head and thought of a way to make a quick recovery.

Instead, Miley dashed backstage and ran into her dad.

"Miley, you okay?"

"NO DADDY THIS IS ALLYOUR FAULT!" She replied while laying on the floor.

"Whoahh darlin', how's this MY fault?"

"I don't know but I need to blame someone."

"That's not gonna get'cha anywhere bud."

"What do I DO!"

"Don't worry, we'll move to Zimbabwe."

A/N: Okay, is it bogus so far? Well reviews would make me jump for joy…so ya know what ta do.